#Hype for next time though my boy looks done

[hupla222]

Episode 65: Some Thoughts

Oh boy was I excited for this one. And it managed to mostly meet expectations. Let's talk about that. Don't worry, this won't be nearly as long as last time (sorry about the repost I just wanted to collect my thoughts more). As always, ley me know what you think!

The first thing to note is Amethio and Liko's plot. It...kinda lacked for me. I mean, they did talk but not as much as I hoped. Like they barely learned anything new about each other. But I guess that's to be expected. Can't have him go through his boring, predictable reformation in one day. They're already starting to understand each other it seems. Also, get wrecked Amethio. Get fired you stupid punk. I don't really care. Get out of the way so the more interesting characters can fight the RVT. Sorry not sorry if that's harsh. Amethio just bores me to tears. I still can't name even three personality traits for this dude.

As for the other two, their fight was as I expected it to be. It wasn't the focus of the episode (Amethio being a nothing burger was) so I can forgive it for mostly happening off screen. And who really wants to watch Roy and Dot get stomped by these two for an extended period of time. Was funny to see them dip after Grusha showed up. Sidian was like, I'm leaving, and then he did and he didn't look back either lol. I guess he knew she'd follow. Very cute side note, she was totally willing to stay and fight them all with Sidian but the second he left she just gave up and left too. And to me it seems that Sidian remains one of the kinder members. He didn't seem to want to hurt the children here, only stall them. Also his Garganacl is shown to know Recover here which fits his character nicely. It was also very nice to see that the chaos duo aren't as dumb as we thought. They aren't buying this whole betrayal thing. Seems like they really do care about Amethio or they just dislike Spinel that much. Either way its very clear that they aren't the real threats in the Explorers. They're just dumb muscle who's kept out of the loop. And once they know that loop who knows what they'll do. They also seem to be genuinely surprised that Amethio was let off so it seems unlikely that they have it out for him too.

This new preview got me hype. Looks like things are really going down here and maybe, just maybe, Sidian and Coral will be able to finish a battle for once. Probably a loss for them but I'll take it. It also appears like there's that Terastal glow behind Liko so maybe they're finally gonna Terastalize as well. In addition, my boy looks mad as hell in the preview. Like:

Who hurt him? Is he that much of a sore loser or is he mad about what happened to Amethio? Only time will tell and I'm so excited to know. Poor boy looks like he's losing it.

[txrully]

WATASHI NO AIDORU SAMA!

summary: IN WHICH BLLK BOYS DATE AN IDOL!

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness.

warning: fem! reader implied

isagi yoichi

isagi is in awe of you. your determination, charm, and the way you captivate an audience—he’s lowkey your #1 fan. he’s also the boyfriend who overthinks everything. is he doing enough? are you eating properly? is his goodnight text too basic? but when you’re overwhelmed by the pressures of being an idol, he’s the one who brings you back down to earth with his soft smiles and reassuring words.

when he attends your concerts, he tries to keep a low profile, but the way he beams when you glance at him gives him away every time.

"yoichi, they caught you smiling like a lovesick puppy in the crowd."

"but you looked so cool up there! how could I not?!"

"next time, at least wear sunglasses."

"then how will you see me cheering for you?"

bachira meguru

bachira lives for the drama of dating you. the glitz and glam? he loves it. sneaking into your dressing room mid-rehearsal? absolutely. he thrives on making you laugh, especially when the idol world feels too suffocating. he even suggests the most ridiculous disguises when you want to go out, like matching frog hats or dressing up as old people.

he’s also not shy about flaunting your relationship, sending chaotic selfies to your fan club and saying, “aren’t we cute?” yeah, he’s banned from your socials now.

"bachira, stop posting pictures of us!"

"what? they love me. look, 10k likes already!"

"i will revoke your access to my phone."

"awwww :("

itoshi rin

rin doesn’t care about fame, but oh boy, he cares about you. the media knows him as the stoic, no-nonsense soccer prodigy, but behind closed doors, he’s your biggest supporter. he secretly streams your performances and even sets your songs as his alarm (though he’ll deny it if you ever find out). when you’re busy with schedules, rin shows his love in quiet ways—making sure you eat, sending random texts like, “don’t overwork yourself. i mean it.”

but paparazzi catching him sneaking into your concerts? yeah, that’s not part of his plan.

"you know they saw you, right?"

"tch. who cares?"

"rin, they’re calling you my biggest fanboy on twitter."

"...well, they’re not wrong."

nagi seishiro

nagi finds your idol schedule exhausting just hearing about it. but he loves you, so he makes the effort. he’s the type to show up to your rehearsals half-asleep, holding your favorite snacks. when you’re performing, though, he’s laser-focused, recording every moment because “you look cool up there.”

he also doesn’t get jealous often, but when a fanboy gets too enthusiastic, he’ll casually sling an arm around your shoulder and deadpan, “she’s taken.”

"sei, were you napping backstage?"

"mm. comfy couch."

"you’re unbelievable."

"but i got your favorite chips."

"...okay, forgiven."

mikage reo

reo is the ultimate boyfriend-slash-manager. need help with your contract? done. overwhelmed with schedules? he’s already booked a spa day for you. he’s your rock in the chaotic idol world, always reminding you that it’s okay to take a break.

he also spoils you shamelessly—designer dresses for red carpets, private dinners after concerts, and the fanciest bouquets delivered to your dressing room.

"reo, you didn’t have to buy out the whole bakery just because i said i liked their croissants."

"but you deserve the best."

"...i’m keeping the chocolate ones."

"all yours, my love."

chigiri hyoma

chigiri gets it. as someone constantly in the spotlight himself, he knows how draining it can be. he’s always there to hype you up, whether it’s helping you perfect a dance move or rehearsing lines for interviews. when you feel insecure, he’s the first to remind you of how talented and beautiful you are.

his favorite moments are when it’s just the two of you—no cameras, no fans, just quiet walks or lazy afternoons.

"hyo, do you think i’m doing okay?"

"you’re doing amazing. and even if the whole world doesn’t see it, i do."

"you’re too sweet."

"only for you."

hiori yo

hiori loves your passion for performing, but he worries about how much it takes out of you. he’s the type to leave little notes in your bag—"you’ve got this!" or "don’t forget to eat!"—and surprise you with coffee during long rehearsals.

he doesn’t love the spotlight, but for you? he’ll put up with it, even if it means sitting front-row at your concerts surrounded by screaming fans.

"yo, are you okay? you looked uncomfortable out there."

"yeah, i’m fine. just not used to being around so many people."

"next time, i’ll get you noise-canceling headphones."

"i’ll wear them if they have your voice recorded on loop."

shidou ryusei

shidou lives for the chaos of your idol life. paparazzi? fans? scandals? bring it on. he thrives on being the center of attention, especially when it involves you. he’s the boyfriend who gets caught sneaking onto stage mid-performance just to blow you a kiss.

he’s also fiercely protective, ready to throw hands with anyone who disrespects you. but when it’s just the two of you, he’s surprisingly soft, reminding you why you fell for him in the first place.

"ryu, you can’t just interrupt my concerts!"

"what? they loved it. besides, i missed you."

"you saw me five minutes ago!"

"five minutes too long."

itoshi sae

sae isn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. he doesn’t show up to your events often, but when he does, it’s with flowers in hand and a rare smile just for you. he admires your dedication but worries you’re pushing yourself too hard.

he’s also your harshest yet most supportive critic, always giving honest feedback because he wants you to be your best.

"sae, was my performance okay?"

"it was good. but you can do better."

"...you could’ve just said you’re proud of me."

"i am. but you already knew that."

michael kaiser

kaiser adores the spotlight, and dating you? it only adds to his charm. he loves flaunting your relationship, whether it’s through matching outfits or casually mentioning you in interviews. he’s cocky, but his support is unwavering, always hyping you up like your personal cheerleader.

he’s also lowkey competitive, challenging you to see who can trend on social media first after a big event. spoiler: you always win.

"kaiser, stop refreshing twitter."

"i need to know if we’re trending."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you."

alexis ness

ness is the sweetest, most wholesome boyfriend. he’s constantly in awe of your talent and works hard to make you feel appreciated, from writing you letters to learning your favorite songs on the piano. he’s also your biggest fan, always gushing about you to anyone who’ll listen.

he gets flustered when fans recognize him as “your boyfriend” but secretly loves it.

"ness, are you blushing?"

"n-no! i just—your fans are so nice."

"you’re adorable."

"not as adorable as you."

© txrully :: 2024

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[creamflix]

MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE DESI BOYS! — featuring gojo, nanami, sukuna, toji, choso, geto content warnings: writing this as a way to cope with my horrible first draft of a oneshot. south asian & desi settings/culture/reference(s), certain non-english phrases or words have been written in italics. established relationship, more of character headcannons than x reader moments. lots of fluff and crack and very self indulgent.

part two!!

what’s this? it’s spicy? — every time. gojo’s arrogance would be no match for a plate of golgappa with the most fiery paani. he’d insist he could handle it, only to down half a bottle of milk and dramatically flail about. would wear a kurta to your cousin’s wedding but would make it somehow... scandalous? the kurta would be slightly unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms, earning him several aunties’ stares (and jibes). absolutely insists on dancing during wedding processions. he’d make it his moment, hyping everyone up, and yes he'll even sit on your uncle’s shoulders, long limbs flailing around. if he accompanies you to a relative's house, he'd out-chat the most talkative aunty. someone needs to remind him he’s not the center of attention during mid-afternoon snack time. insists he doesn’t need or drink tea but still sips yours every single time, claiming it “just tastes better” when it’s from your hands. decides to help your mom in the kitchen one day, only to create a disaster. your mom bans him after he burns roti and mixes sugar instead of salt into daal. everytime he goes with the aunties to shop at the local markets, he always gets a few knick-knacks for you, even without asking. expect you to wear them on your dates together, duh.

nanami would be in awe of your mom's cooking. he'd sit quietly, savoring every bite, occasionally muttering, “this is exquisite.” he’d be polite to the point where he wouldn’t admit his stomach was done at a family dinner. your uncles would keep piling food on his plate, and he’d silently soldier through, sweating a little but never complaining. he’d be fascinated by your family's love for cricket and would learn the rules just to engage in conversation. next thing you know, he’s analyzing the team's batting order at 3 a.m. you’d catch him sneaking sweets from the fridge at odd hours, eyes lighting up like a kid when he discovers them stashed away. learns exactly how you like your tea and makes it for you without asking every morning. he even knows to add extra ginger when you’re sick. helps you set up lamps during diwali and insists on doing the rangoli with you, though he’s oddly meticulous and wants symmetry everywhere. tries helping you drape your saree during a family event and somehow manages to get it perfect after watching one youtube tutorial. after work, he picks up paani puri from the stall near your house because he knows it’s your favorite, even though it’s been a long day for him.

geto would become every single kid’s favorite at family gatherings. he’d let them braid his hair, play charades, and act as the mediator when they start fighting over who goes first. he’s the kind who’d sit with your grandma for hours, listening to her stories about her youth and nodding thoughtfully as if committing everything to memory. would absolutely insist on wearing a sherwani to a wedding because he respects the tradition, and he looks like he just walked off a vogue india cover. notices every detail — your earrings, your bangles, even that small bindi you put on. always manages to say something that makes you feel seen and cherished. loves watching old shahrukh khan movies with you and mimics the dramatic hand gestures, leaving you in fits of laughter. makes a mess of eating sev puri, getting imli chutney all over his fingers, but enjoys it so much that he insists on taking you for chaat every week.

sukuna refuses to admit he likes your mom’s parathas but will eat five in one sitting. he’d grumble about “why does this butter smell so good?” while scooping another bite. at first, he’d scoff at cultural events, calling them “pointless human traditions,” but eventually, you’d catch him laughing at your cousin’s bad singing or mouthing the words to a song. bhindi fry or aloo gobi would become his favorite dish. he’d demand you learn your mom’s recipe exactly as is. and god forbid, you forget the pickle. hates most people but inexplicably bonds with your uncle, the one who’s slightly tipsy at every function and making inappropriate jokes. makes you explain the 10 different kinds of pickles your mom keeps in the pantry. ends up liking lemon pickle the best but hates admitting it. accidentally steps on the edge of your saree while passing by and tries to play it cool when you glare at him, muttering, “how was i supposed to know it’s this long?” initially says, “i don’t get what’s so special about biriyani,” but after tasting your mom’s, demands she teach you exactly how to make it “or else.” always insists on driving you home from family events, saying, “your uncles are insane drivers, and i don’t trust their shortcuts.”

choso’s sweet, quiet nature would win over your aunties almost instantly. they'd call him little one and pinch his cheeks every chance they got. he’d be a sucker for gulab jamun. you’d leave him alone with a bowl, and suddenly half of it would disappear. he’d give you that guilty but adorable "did i do something wrong?" look. would love watching bollywood movies with you, but he’d always side with the villains because “they’re misunderstood.” his favorite movie is don 2. lowkey obsessed with mehndi. he’d insist you draw some on his hand for fun, sitting patiently while you doodle a peacock and floral designs. takes notes as your mom explains how to make dal tadka. later surprises you by making it, though it’s slightly too salty. gets genuinely emotional watching kabhi khushi kabhie gham, especially during the family reunion scene. refuses to admit he cried. helps you untangle strings of lights before diwali and insists on hanging them up himself so you don’t climb any ladders. sneaks sweets from the fridge at night, only to leave a sticky trail of crumbs everywhere. when confronted, he sheepishly blames the cat.

toji would absolutely love the chaos of a desi wedding. the dancing, the food, the random uncle fighting with the DJ — he’d thrive in it. shamelessly asks your mom to pack leftovers. he has zero shame about taking home an entire packet of biryani. the man can handle spice, but even he’d flinch at a particularly deadly pepper. he’d recover quickly, though, saying, “it’s good. just clears out the sinuses, ya know?” absolute menace during garba. no rhythm, no technique — just a wild flailing of arms and a massive grin. he's suprisingly good at bhangra and now everyone wants to dance with him. fixes random things around the house for your parents, like the fan or the jammed door, all while your aunties try (and fail) not to ogle him.

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[hobiebrownismygod]

Prom Date 👠

42!Miles x Fem!Reader

haven’t written in a while so I hope you guys like this!!

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You longingly stared across the room at the dancing couples on the other side of the gym, laughter mixing with the soft beats of slow music. Teenagers awkwardly looking into each others’ eyes, smiling and moving along to the rhythm of the slightly muffled beat while the underpaid DJ tried his best to hype up the music.

You sighed, looking down at your scuffed heels, pressed against the bottom of the bleacher bench as you rested your chin in your palms, trying your best to blink back tears. Your fingers fiddled with the corsage your date had given you an hour earlier. What a crappy evening.

And then, you felt the bench you were sitting on creak slightly. You glanced over to the side to see a boy sitting next to you, wearing a deep purple suit with his braids done neatly, a solemn expression on his face.

“You got ditched too, hmm?” He asked quietly, looking straight ahead and not even making eye contact with you.

You stared at him for a moment before you nodded gently. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” You admitted, looking back sadly. “So much for the best night of our lives, huh?”

He scoffed. “Whoever told you prom was supposed to be the best night of your life was lying to your face.” He said a little sharply. When you fell silent, his expression softened and he turned his gaze towards you, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned. “But…that doesn’t mean it has to be the worst night either, you know what I mean?”

“Not really.” You replied with a half-smile, turning your body to the side slightly to face him. “Sorry, what was your name again?”

“Miles” he said, shaking his head. “We’re in the same physics class?”

Your eyes widened and you swallowed back a lump of embarrassment in your throat. “Sorry. I didn’t recognize you.” You said quickly.

“Nah, it’s alright. I don’t blame you.” He said quietly, glancing back towards the dancing couples, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I like your dress by the way” he said softly.

You looked down at your dark red prom dress, a wide smile covering your face. “Thank you.” You said with a laugh. “I like your suit. It suits you”

He audibly groaned and you chuckled quietly. “That’s horrible” he smiled, shaking his head before looking at you again. “I’m guessing you were planning on just sitting here till the night was over?” He asked curiously.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do? My date’s over there, dancing with some other girl…” your expression fell.

“Another thing we share in common” he said with a frown.

You smiled sadly, looking back down at your hands, clasped tightly in your lap. “Oh well. There’s always next year.”

He nodded. “I guess. I doubt I’ll come next year though.”

“oh?” You asked surprisedly. “Why’s that?”

“waste of time.” He said solemnly. “Waste of money too. I can’t believe I got her flowers just for her to ditch me.” He scoffed under his breath.

You looked down at the rose corsage around your wrist and slowly untied it. You held it out towards him with a slight smile. He blinked. “What’re you doing?”

“I don’t have flowers, but I do have this. Take it. Now you won’t have wasted anything.”

He stared at you a moment longer before taking the corsage in his hands, inspecting it. “Thank you.” He said softly. You laughed at his expression, shaking your head. “What? No one ever given you flowers before?”

“Not for a good reason.” He said with a slight smile. His expression suddenly turned more rigid as he stared at you. “Would you, uh-would you like to dance?” He asked quickly, cheeks flushing darker.

“Dance?”

“Yeah. Only if you want to of course.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, still holding the corsage in his hand.

You smiled at him, gently taking his wrist and pulling him up along with you. “How could I say no?” He smiled at you and handed the corsage back, slowly tightening it around your wrist before taking your hand.

“Maybe this night won’t suck after all?” He teased as he walked you down the bleachers, dark eyes glued to yours.

“A girl can hope.”

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[imaginehappyhavoc]

Heya! Could i ask for some headcanons of the thh boys with an ultimate crafter reader that likes making little trinkets for them? -🔥

A/N: Naww Crow!Reader!! (◠‿◠✿)

Pairing: thh boys x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

♡ Oh, this makes him SO HAPPY.

♡ He’s the type to love absolutely anything homemade. Art, cooking, you name it.

♡ It’s honestly comedic how fast his face lights up when you say “I made something for you.”

♡ Just immediately the brightest smile he can manage, and all but running to see what it is this time.

♡ Sometimes he’ll even make you things in return! Though, it normally doesn’t come out as good as he’d like. His damned luck cycle gets in the way.

♡ He keeps everything you make him, no matter how much space it takes up.

Byakuya Togami (platonic):

♡ No one’s… ever done that for him before.

♡ He was raised to recognize an item’s worth by its price tag. Mainly because no one in his life actually cared enough to take time out of their day and make something for him.

♡ He’s honestly flabbergasted every time you do this tbh.

♡ He’ll just hold whatever you made in his hands, staring at it for a just a bit too long. It’s the only time you’ll ever see him speechless.

♡ You tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to keep it. He says he won’t.

♡ He does.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

♡ Did you mean: Ultimate Hype Man?

♡ He’ll get a gift from you and he’s bolting to the common room of the dorms to show it off to everyone.

♡ Always something along the lines of “look at what my SUPER amazing, SUPER talented partner MADE for me!”

♡ He loves anything you have to give him, obviously, but especially if he doesn’t know what the fuck it is.

♡ The things he treasures most in the world are useless lil trinkets that look funky and cool. So if you like metalworking, he might marry you on the spot.

Leon Kuwata:

♡ He loves it so much he loves you so much and no he is totally not about to cry shut up-

♡ Leon is an unexpectedly emotional guy. He reacts to everything, especially positive things, with so much enthusiasm.

♡ So when you come up to him and sheepishly give him a small trinket you made for him, his “cool guy” front just melts.

♡ He’ll like. Hop. Just bounce in place like a really excited rabbit, because that’s basically what he is in this moment.

♡ He keeps it on him wherever he goes. Either he’ll fashion it into an add on for his chain necklace, or he’ll make use of one of his many pockets.

♡ Anytime someone asks about you, he’ll smile so wide and take it as an invitation to show them everything you’ve ever made for him.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

♡ Hugs. Just the tightest, most love-packed hugs you’ve ever experienced in your life.

♡ They try really hard not to cry, they really do, but they can’t help it. It just means so much to them that you would go out of your way to do that!

♡ They’ll ask you to teach them how to make stuff like what you make, so that they can return the favor.

♡ Whether you agree or not, Chihiro’s riding the high for the rest of the week.

♡ They go to class the next day and wait so impatiently for someone to ask about the new charm on their school bag so they have an excuse to ramble about you.

♡ Another person who will keep your trinkets with them all the time.

Mondo Owada:

♡ What a coincidence! He loves making things for you, too!

♡ Only difference is that, while you love to make small trinkets, Mondo likes to make larger, wooden trinkets.

♡ It’s a match made in heaven, honestly. Biweekly gift exchanges.

♡ When you give your gifts to him, it’s kinda like watching a big dog trying to play with a much smaller animal.

♡ He’s so excited, and he knows he has to be gentle, but it’s so hard for him to contain himself! He’ll hold it so gingerly so as not to break it, but every other part of his body’s wiggling because of how happy he is.

♡ He admires your craftsmanship so much, and he loves being able to see all your little design quirks in the things you make for him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

♡ He will straight up cry, and he does not care how many people look at him weird because of it.

♡ It was rare that Taka received gifts at all, never mind gifts that were so personal!

♡ That was, until he met you.

♡ Any gift that you make for him by hand will be treasured so dearly, but especially things that are related to his interests.

♡ You once made him a keychain in the form of a teeny tiny Kendo sword. He kissed you for a solid ten minutes because he was so deeply moved by your affection for him.

♡ He insists on repaying you in some way for everything you make him, though he doesn’t quite know how.

♡ He settles on: anything you need, you get.

Hifumi Yamada (platonic):

♡ The crowd goes WILD.

♡ Of all people, Hifumi can appreciate handmade gifts. He’s given so many of them before, after all.

♡ He loves your trinkets so much that he actually— and stay with me here cause this is a doozy— takes down his figurines and puts your crafts up instead.

♡ Your classmates are convinced you just triggered The End Times because of that but whatever.

♡ He shows them off just as proudly, too.

♡ Like: “Hey, Yamada, what’s all that on your bookshelf?” “I’m SO glad you asked!” *pulls up a 300 page PowerPoint essay.

♡ In return, you get any art you want. Free of charge. You lucky dog.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Their Shy S/O Gets Drunk

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

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I did switch it up for a couple of the boys where the reader WAS shy but isn’t when she’s been drinking! I hope that’s okay!!!

CHAN:

To Chan, you were always adorable but somehow you being drunk and shy all at the same time was even more so. The way you'd retreat into yourself after saying something to him, or getting shy and hiding your face in your hands whenever he would look at you made his heart pound rapidly against his chest. He could hardly believe how cute you were when you would flirt with him only to shyly hide your face in your hands and pretend as though you hadn't been the one to say anything to him.

"You think I'm pretty?" He questioned, chuckling a little to himself as he tucked you into bed, smoothing the sheets out around you before you turned and hid your face in the pillows.

"No." You stuttered out refusing to meet your boyfriend's gaze as he let out a small chuckle at the sight of you, he shook his head a little and ran his hand down your back. Of course, you found Chan pretty but for some reason, you were shyer than usual, for other people it was the opposite when they would drink. The alcohol would give them that added confidence but for you, it seemed to take it away and leave you a stuttering and shy mess.

"Get some sleep cutie, I'll be here in the morning." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he felt your entire body heat up from the small action and he headed out to sleep on the sofa for the night letting you have some space for yourself.

“Goodnight, I love you,” He said as he headed to the door, glancing back at you as you giggled into the pillow beside you,

“Love you too.” You smiled, relaxing into the sheets and cuddling into them.

MINHO:

As soon as Minho saw how shy you got around him while you were drunk it was over. He was going to tease you relentlessly for the rest of the night, putting his arm around you and dragging you closer to him whenever he had the chance.

"You look adorable tonight, did I tell you that already?" He whispered in your ear as you stared at the boys in front of you, your eyes widened a little as you tried to focus on the food you were supposed to be eating.

"I can't get over how shy you are, you're my girlfriend. You know you don't have to be this shy around me when you're drunk." He ran his hand down your back as he let out a small laugh, you shivered a little and whined out at him.

"Stooopppp," You whined out, moving away from him and bumping into Seungmin who was right next to you in the booth beside you and as soon as you locked eyes you were shuffling back to Minho and cuddling into him.

"There's my girl," He laughed, kissing the top of your head and smirking to himself as you held onto him tighter, shoving your head into the crook of his neck to hide from the boys who began to tease you.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin could hardly believe his ears when he walked into the dorms to hear you singing to yourself whilst giggling at something that Felix was saying to you. Changbin knew you were here tonight but he'd have no idea what he was going to walk in on.

"Cause I, know what you like boy! You're my chemical hype boy" You sang out to the karaoke machine that was in the living room, he leaned against the doorway and smirked to himself. Felix caught a glance of him but said nothing, choosing to let you finish the song off,

"Take him to the sk-y-y-y-y-y! You know, I hype you, boy!" You did a fairy ending and giggling as you jumped up and down on the spot, screaming when you felt someone hold you from behind.

"Who are you and what have you done with my shy little girlfriend?" Changbin chuckled, kissing your cheek as you let out a loud giggle, cuddling into his embrace.

"She ran away for the night, sing with me." You giggled, handing him the microphone you were using before downing some more of your drink both of you joining in to do some singing tog.

HYUNJIN:

"You weren't this shy earlier." Hyunjin chuckled looking as you hid your head in his arm and whined at him about making fun of you. The boys had thrown you a surprise birthday party and after a few drinks, it seemed you'd gotten shyer about everything.

"I'm not making fun of you, it's cute." He teased, squeezing you close to him and moving you away from everyone, the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable around the boys and him.

"You're cute," You giggled looking up at him before meeting his gaze and hiding in his arm once again while he let out a deep laugh at the sight of you. You were quite shy without alcohol and he'd assumed with a couple of drinks that you would open up more but it appeared he was wrong.

"Shall we go and get some water and sit outside?" He quizzed, running his hand down your back as you shook your head at him you wanted to stay here and enjoy the party that they'd put together for you.

"I'll be okay, just need a second." You whispered, leaning up and quickly kissing him before a smirk grew on his lips.

JISUNG:

Gone was the girl who wouldn't say boo to a goose and standing in front of Jisung was a girl who could talk faster than Changbin could rap and it was a little intimidating at first.

"So I told Seungmin that if he could drink the whole glass in under ten seconds then I would drink whatever drink he could make up and he claims it's really strong but I don't think it's even that strong. It honestly just tastes like juice and it's going down rather well, did you have a good day today?" You took Jisung over to the coffee table where you and Seungmin were playing Uno, you were staying over with them while your landlord worked on your kitchen and Jisung thought it was going to be a nice chill time but he was wrong.

"I did, I was-"

"Oh, and did you remember to eat lunch? Did you finish the song you were struggling with?" Your questions were coming out in rapid fire and Jisung barely had time to answer the first one you'd asked him and he was trying to process the others.

"What did you do to my shy girlfriend?" Jisung whined as you got up and continued to ramble on about something while going into the kitchen to get Jisung something to eat while Seungmin smirked at him.

FELIX:

The whole thing made Felix soft for you, the whole idea of you being shy when you were drunk even though you weren't when you were sober was bewildering to him.

"You look like my boyfriend." You said as Felix got you into the back of Chan's car, laughing a little as he nodded his head at you.

"Yeah?" Felix did your seatbelt up before doing his own and arching an eyebrow at you. It was cute how you didn't notice that he was in fact your boyfriend but he went along with it.

"He's more handsome though, he's got these cute freckles." You giggled shyly before looking at him and squinting your eyes a little as if you were trying to find the difference between Felix in front of you and Felix your boyfriend.

"I count his freckles when he's sleeping because it's cute." You stated proudly before laying your head back on the seat and letting out a small whine.

"I just admitted that to the real Felix...Didn't I?" You closed your eyes as Felix laughed from beside you, leaning down and kissing your cheek softly.

"It's cute baby, don't worry," He chuckled before cuddling you close to him.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin absolutely loved making you shyer when you were drunk and it wasn't something that was hard to do either he found it endearing whenever you'd sink into his arms and try and hard from his compliments.

"Cutie, do you want to sleep in my room tonight or I can get you an uber home." He suggested smirking to himself as he watched your feet stomp on the floor a little as you giggled at the nickname he gave to you. It seemed it was his mission tonight to give you every cute nickname he could think of and not to mention giving you more skinship in front of the boys than he usually would.

"Here," You whispered as though you were scared of someone hearing and he nodded pulling you to sit almost on his lap, laying your legs over his lap and smirking as you squealed a little.

"Seungmin," You whined hiding in his neck as he chuckled going back to casual conversation with the guys all the while stroking your back and whispering compliments into your ear.

JEONGIN:

"You really don't want me to come in?" Jeongin laughed as you screamed at him for trying to open the bedroom door. He'd taken you home tonight after you'd called him for a ride home and then you'd asked him to stay with you, only now you were refusing to let him into your bedroom.

"You can't," You sounded so cute when you said it Jeongin could have sworn his heart had lept into his throat and he chuckled to himself laying his head on the door.

"Why?" He questioned, already knowing the answer to it. He'd been in your bedroom before, he knew all about your little FoxI. Ny you had on your bed, as well as the posters of him all over your walls.

"My room is not ready," You pouted, opening the door by just a crack and looking at Jeongin who was smirking at you,

"I've seen it lots of times baby, remember?" You thought about it for a couple of seconds before letting him into the room and whining when the smirk on his lips grew wider. The collection he knew you had, has grown since the last time he came and he loved every part of it.

"You're positively adorable," He chuckled before helping you climb into bed.

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[lvndrfucks]

Hi! I love your wallows fics sm!! I have a request for Cole and can you do one where the girl is a rockstar of her own band, I’m talking like beabadoobee aesthetic type of girl! Thank you!🤍🪽

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆we go together like the gum on my shoes｡˚🎤𖤐🪽

You first rose to fame after uploading a silly song on the internet. You didn’t think it would go viral overnight, and you certainly didn’t expect to be signed onto a record label because of it. Since then, you’ve made more music and have performed at a few festivals and events. Now, you were planning your first ever tour.

There was a bit of a debacle trying to choose your opening act until you decided to ask the fans. After hours of listening to music, there was one band that really stuck out to you. They were already pretty popular, but you had already become a fan of their music just by listening to one song.

So, you decided to contact them.

It was the first show on tour. You could hardly sleep the night before from excitement and nerves, so getting up early was a little difficult with only four hours of sleep. You still managed to put on a smile, though.

“Good morning,” you greeted the opening act band.

“Morning. Ready for tonight,” Braeden asked with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s your big night,” Dylan added.

You sighed. “I’m a little nervous, but I know that’s normal.”

“You’re gonna do great,” Cole assured.

You grinned at him gratefully. “Have you guys done soundcheck yet?”

“We’re about to go up right now. Are you gonna watch?”

“Yeah. I’m just going to make some coffee first.”

“Oh,” Cole revealed a second coffee cup, “I already made you some.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. Is there—“

“Two sugars, three creamers.”

He knew your coffee order.

Off to the side, Braeden and Dylan exchanged knowing glances and left you two for the moment.

You took the coffee from Cole and sipped lightly, also trying to hide the wide set smile growing on your face.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said.

Cole waved his hand. “I mean, I was a barista once.” You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the green room.

Since meeting the members of Wallows, the boys and the rest of the band had been very kind and sweet. You got along with all of them right off the bat. Since they had more experience touring and such, you often went to them for advice or any second thoughts. They were always helpful with their feedback to ensure everything went smoothly.

It was fun watching them perform. They all had that naturally confident stage presence. You always found yourself observing from the side. No matter how many times you heard the same songs being played, you didn’t think it was possible to get sick of them.

During a small break, Cole beckoned you over with a wave. The rest of the guys were busy with their own things as you walked over.

“Have you ever played drums,” he asked.

You shook your head. “I barely know a simple rythmn.”

He suddenly stood up and gestured to his seat. You laughed a bit while sitting down. He handed you his drumsticks. You felt a little bit awkward as you held them. Cole seemed to notice.

“Here.” He adjusted your fingers. Your jaw unconsciously clenched under his touch. “This is just one of the ways to hold them.”

“Thanks.” You had a hard time looking him in the eye.

Cole spent the next few minutes explaining the basics. You nodded along, listening intently. Every time he demonstrated a move, you did the same. It gained the attention of the others as they would glance back at the two of you. They all had the same thought with matching smiles.

“This is a lot to remember,” you chuckled and stood up, handing Cole back his drumsticks.

“Well, we have all of tour to practice,” he replied.

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come up and steal your spot,” you teased.

Cole scoffed jokingly. “I’d like to see you try.” You giggled while walking away, unaware of his stare on your lingering figure.

You could hear the chatter of the audience. It was a full house. Everyone was hyped after Wallows set, which made you even more nervous.

What if they didn’t like you? What if they only came for Wallows and left before you could go on stage? What if you didn’t do a good job like you thought you would?

All these questions circled your head. You felt like you were going to explode. There was that tight feeling in your chest and pressure on your head. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Someone knocked on the door, making you jump. Cole stuck his head in.

“Hey. We were looking for you. Are you okay?”

“No,” you immediately bursted. “I can’t go out there. What if something goes wrong? What I forget the lyrics? What if my voice cracks? What if—“

“Hey, hey,” Cole shut the door behind him and stood in front of you, “you’re gonna do amazing. All those people out there are here for you. And so are we.” He took your hands in his. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous.” You breathed out a chuckle. “I don’t know why considering I’ve preformed before, but it’s different now because I have expectations to meet and I don’t know how it’s going to go. It could all go horribly wrong and then, my life is over. Maybe I should cancel—“

You gasped as Cole’s lips pressed against yours. You didn’t move. He pulled away after a few seconds. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

“I…I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted. “You were talking so fast and I had to make you stop. Not in like a rude way, but so you wouldn’t freak yourself out more. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep or anything—“

You surprised him and yourself as you lurched forward. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands settled on your waist. You could feel your body began to grow hot as the two of you moved in sync.

“Hey, guys— Woah.”

The two of you quickly pulled away and took a step back. Your guitarist looked back and forth between you and Cole.

“Um, we go on in five, so…yeah. I’m gonna go.” He shut the door behind him.

You pursed your lips. Cole scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you to the floor rapidly.

“We should probably go,” he uttered.

You hummed while nodding. He held open the door for you to walk out first.

“Oh, and thanks, by the way,” you paused to face him. “I think you definitely helped calm my nerves.” You started walking away as Cole couldn’t help but grin.

hera speaks!

i’m actually so surprised at the amount of requests i’ve gotten these past few days! i promise i’m working on them, it will just take some time. thank you guys for the patience and support <3

also i loved these request bc i saw beabadoobee on tour and remember thinking that her songs definitely matched wallows vibes lol

[omni-present-god-send]

Crack-fic 2 Electric Boogaloo

Ok wow, that last fic got some attention. Even the original creator of the AU I was writing about liked it. Wtf. So, um, here's another one! Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's Mr. Pax Au. Yes, I'm bothering you again.

Basically: Prom is coming up and the kids want Optimus to be there. He's flattered. Then cons show up. Destruction.

~

It was odd to have your favorite teacher also be an alien robot. At least Miko made money because of it. Jack and Raf are still mad that she, of all people, called it. There were many advantages though. Easy access to tutoring. Free rides. A shoulder to cry on.

The three of them even helped Optimus with his human disguise! If only to help with the Uncanny Valley he would give them sometimes. His hair was messier now, and he finally got something close to a wardrobe. However, there were some things they couldn't control. Like the way his eyes would get this subtle glow when he got angry or was concentrating. The way his holoform would appear to stop breathing for an extended period of time. Or when we would sing, it was hard to describe, but an almost invisible sound could be heard. Like a bell in the back of your mind. The three of them would soon learn that it was because Optimus, and the other bots in general, could produce sounds just outside of what the human ear could hear clearly.

As the months went by, Mr. Pax would be the best teacher any of them had ever had. Then he would drive them to base and be Optimus. The best dad on this, or any other, planet. It was the best of both worlds!

Sure they had to deal with the Vice-Principal. Trying to get Mr. Pax fired for being a better History teacher in one year than he had been in 15. Vince who, no matter how much Mr. Pax intervened, always went out of his way to make someone miserable. Whether it was Jack or some other poor soul. On top of getting shot at, blown up, stalked, and kidnapped by Decepticons. A break is always welcomed.

Which is how we got here. Miko borrowing Raf's laptop to look at some very sparkly dresses at the base while the boys went to grab some food. Very out of character for the little punk and Optimus noticed immediately. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Optimus to go into the back and for Mr. Pax to emerge out of the dark hallways.

Mr. Pax walked up the stairs and towards the couch where Miko was. She looked very puzzled as she scrolled through the array of dresses on the screen. "You hardly ever even consider that type of fashion Miko. Is everything alright?" Mr. Pax questioned. Miko's head shot up. Clearly not expecting him. "Oh, hey boss. Yeah, everything's fine. Just looking at Prom dresses. My parents are insisting I go." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about that. What is 'Prom'?" Mr. Pax inquired.

"Basically is an over-hyped party for seniors to dress up and take pictures with their dates," Miko explained. Mr. Pax hummed. "I hope you have fun regardless." He smiled. Miko gave a laugh and waved him away. Instead of leaving, Mr. Pax took a seat next to her on the couch. "How about we look together? Maybe we can find something you like. Or at the very least something you can edit to fit your style." How could Miko refuse? It wasn't every day she got 1-on-1 time with Best Dad!

Hours passed with them just...looking at dresses. Short ones, long ones, ugly ones, expensive ones. Till, finally, they found it. A knee-length, off-shoulder, black cocktail dress. With a silver detail on the waist. It was a decent price, and Miko could already see every edit that could be done to make it hers. SHe gave Mr. Pax a tight hug before writing down the link to go back to later. Once she got home and back to her own computer that is.

Mr. Pax repeated the process with Jack and, suprisingly, Raf. He thought nothing of it. He was helping his kids students pick out some decent clothes for an importent event. It was the least he could do. Esspecailly with the war dragging them into places and senarios they had no buisness being in.

Before they knew it, Prom was right around the cornor. Mr. Pax was in his classroom grading some papers for the math teacher. When a knock at his door brought him out of his trance. It was Ms. Summer. The science teacher. He opened the door.

"Hello Ms. Summer, can I help you?"

"Yes. You see Mr. Pax, I have a date next weekend." "That's great!" "It is... except I suck at scheduling and our date is at the same time as Prom. I was wondering if you could chaperone in my place?"

Mr. Pax was taken aback. He was not expecting this. "Um... sure. Why not? I don't have a lot going on anyway." He chuckled. Ms. Summer gave him a big smile. "Oh thank you, Mr. Pax! You have no idea how much this helps!" Ms. Summer exclaimed.

Back at base later that day, the children were all talking about their prom plans. "I have some money for bowling if you guys are interested." Jack offered. "Bowling sounds nice," Raf replied. Optimus glances over at the children, trying to hide a smile. He failed. "Hey Boss, you're gonna be there. Right?" Miko suddenly asks. Optimus, now very confused, turns to her. "You...want me at Prom with you all?" The three of them looked at him like he was stupid. In that moment, he was. "Of course, we want you there! You're our favorite!" Raf's words sent warmth through Optimus's spark. He smiled "Then you will be happy to know that Ms. Summer has asked me to chaperone Prom in her wake." Immediately the children started hopping and cheering. "Just because Prom is coming up doesn't mean you all get to skip out on Homework. Miko." She gave him a look of fake offence, before laughing and returning to celebrating with Jack and Raf. Optimus gave a small chuckle and went back to his duties.

Before they knew it, Prom was here. Mr. Pax stood near the door to the building. Glad in a, rather beautiful , black suit. Red flower details covered the suit jacket from top to bottom. Even the tie had red flowers on it! Making it look a lot more expensive then it was. Being a hologram and all.

Prom went, surprisingly, well. The children had fun. Their classmates had enthusiastic reactions to Mr. Pax being there. Except Vince. For obvious reasons. Miko had taken the dress and added spikes, pink and green mesh, and had taken a knife to the skirt. While Jack and Raf were in a blue and yellow suit, respectively.

That was, until Prom got raided by US soldiers. They evacuated everyone from the building. As Mr. Pax was dragged outside by a soldier, he saw what caused the commotion. Even from a distance he could tell they were Deceptions. Three of them. Flying straight toward him. Threatening his students.

He tried to calm down. He really did. He helped get his students to safety. He got as many personal items as he could carry. Nearly punched a soldier. Nearly. He held himself back don’t worry. Blasts of Energon rained down on the building. Chunks fell off. Rubble caught fire. A couple light fixtures exploded.

As the last of his students was taken away by soldiers. Optimus finally let himself take out his anger. Returning to his bi-pedal form, he fired three shots. Each one took out a wing on each con. As the Cons fell from the sky Optimus grabbed them. With the strength of a thousand suns he, as Miko would describe, cracked them like glow sticks. Then threw each one toward the horizon.

When the cons returned they looked like they had been through Kaon. Shaking and rattling like newsparks. As they relaid the story Megatron could feel his spark freeze. Optimus did this? When did he get so violent? Even Soundwave shivered at the story.

Back at the Autobot base, Optimus held Raf, Jack, and Miko close to his spark. Literally. He refused to set them down for longer then necessary. They were still in their, now destroyed, prom clothes. Shaking and crying. Though you didn’t hear that from me. Eventually the day caught up to the and they fell asleep, still in Optimus’s hand. Going into his room, he layed there. His kids sleeping on his chest, close to his spark.

[jester-lover]

Hiya! Saw that you had three request slots open so I thought I'd give it a go (if they aren't open anymore or you already got other requests ignore this)

I was wondering if I could request a twisted wonderland fic where the characters see the reader in traditional desi clothes for the first time, I'm not sure if you have a specific character limit so I'll just ask for Idia, Azul and Malleus. Ignore this if this goes against anything, thank you! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ♡

I couldn't find the shirt for my favorite Lehenga, so I accepted this request to cheer me up, also, my character limit is 5-10 depending on the size and detail of the request. I'll do all the characters here bc I like this request.

contains- fem! reader, fluff, mentions of insecurity

Dorm Leaders Seeing Their S/O in Traditional Desi Clothes for the First Time

Riddle

Riddle is such a blushy boy whenever he sees you in your traditional clothing

His first instinct is to put his red face in his hands and tell you how pretty you look, even though his vision is horrifically obscured

His favorite on you is definitely something red and gold, a lehenga would destroy this man

After he’s done freaking out, he’s literally so honored to be standing next to you, he’s so proud to have a pretty girl on his side

Carries around several safety pins, to keep you looking (and feeling)  your best

“You’ve blown away all my expectations, just- just give me a second to um, recuperate.”

Leona

YES

You just look so powerful in traditional clothing, and he loves powerful women

If you ever get up to dance, he’s definitely in the back, holding your purse bc he's respectful like that

Leona is happy no matter what you're wearing, but golden or saffron toned clothes just make him smile

Will you see that smile? Probably not.

“Do you need me to hold anything? I've got pockets.”

Azul

He has the most shy deposition around you whenever you're dressed up!

Cannot look you in the eyes

If you're wearing SILVER?? Just put him in a coffin already because he’s GONE

Will be holding your hand for the entire party, refuses to admit he’s jealous

Honestly who wouldn't be, you look perfect!!

Definitely the type to wear a kurta alongside you (if you feel like dressing him up)

Azul cannot dance for the life of him, he will be at all the family functions eating all the pakoras

“Look, we match! Now nobody will think I’m single!”

Kalim

He has the sweetest smile on his face

(Aladdin is a mishmash of so many cultures, and desi cultures are one of them, so I assume he’s seen traditional clothing before)

Something about you in your sweet, flowing traditional clothing opens a domestic hole in his heart

He already wants you as a wife, but seeing you in clothing he’s used to seeing on the women back home is probably the final curtain

You own his heart, everything that is his is yours

(politely ask him to wait a couple years before popping the question)

“Would you prefer an evening wedding or a morning one?”

Vil

For once in his life, he genuinely can't find anything to complain about

Vil is so giddy at the thought of doing your makeup, or draping your dupatta, but you will never see that on his face

You will look so good with this man istg

Makeup? Matching the clothes. The clothes? Impeccable.

You will catch him reaching for more traditional clothing if you ever ask him for fashion suggestions

“The lipstick needs to be berry toned to match the rest of your clothing, and perhaps, to match mine.”

Idia

Man is resetting

He’s doing the people equivalent of blue screening

THIS MAN CANNOT LOOK YOU IN THE EYES (because of how pretty you look!!)

He’s highkey questioning how tf you wanted him in the first place, you have to remind him he’s a cutie too!

He’s definitely not going to whatever event you've gotten all dolled up for, but he’s hyped in your behalf

He's like super rich, so he’s definitely getting you more clothes, tailor made and all

“You, you look, uh, really nice..”  

Malleus

Oh he’s def thinking about locking you up in a tower somewhere as we speak

JK!!!! (probably)

My boy is so obsessed with you, he’s tailing behind you at whatever event you're at (assuming for once he's invited) just staring at how pretty you look

This is the dramatic boy who would carry you if you got tired dragging along all that heavy clothing

Also holding on to you, making sure you don’t trip by accident

“Please wear this again, you look radiant.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

He Gives Me Everything and Tenderly…

Pairing: detective!bottom Bucky Barnes x younger!top male reader (Sarge and Officer Beefcake, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5k

Summary; Bucky is just fine on his own. He really is. He’s used to it. Even after meeting you and thinking about you a whole bunch, he’s still fine. And he does not appreciate his friends’ meddling.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of male masturbation, salad tossing, protected anal sex, spit as lube and lube as lube, kinda public sex), meet cute, reverse age gap, tall/beefy male reader, bottom!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is grumpy, hints of angst, love at first sight? lots of friendly teasing, m/m relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Welp, this was something I wrote entirely in one sitting and I can’t say I’m mad about it at all. This is my first ever male reader fic and I am both incredibly nervous and very excited to share it with all of you! Big ass thanks to the absolutely amazing @howdoyousleep3 for hyping me up and providing some much appreciated perspectives (remember lube, people!)

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Bucky was exhausted. A long ass shift at the end of a long ass week and he was done, looking forward to going home and drinking a cold beer on his couch while he didn’t talk to anyone for a whole 48 hours. God, he hated people.

Except Darcy, and the cute little peach. Even though he wanted to get the fuck out of there he still stopped by the dispatch desk to chat with his girls and let them cheer him up a little.

“Hey Sarge!” He shook his head when Darcy called him that, her stubborn insistence to call him by his military rank after however many years just one of the many things that endeared her to him. “You look like shit, you finally getting out of here? Maybe gonna see someone special tomorrow?”

“The only people he’ll be seeing are Sam Adams and Johnnie Walker, maybe James Bond… hey!” The peach gave him an adorable scowl when he threw a paper clip at her, rubbing her cheek where it had hit her and sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to her screen. “Don’t act like I’m not right, I’m there every time you drunk dial Nat while you’re binge watching old movies and lamenting your lack of a love life.”

“Tell your girlfriend to quit putting me on speaker or I’m gonna call her ex to chat from now on.” Bucky grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, bringing his attention back to Darcy and sighing when she was giving him a sympathetic pout. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine. I like being alone.”

“You’re lying, but fine.” Darcy shrugged at him, grinning when there was a sudden commotion at the doors and a mess of recruits came charging through into the hallway after Sam. “Hi Sammy, boys! Ooh, hey there beefcake, you run laps around all those slugs on the course again?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky choked when you were standing next to him, trying not to ogle you swathed in those gray sweats and feeling like the world’s dirtiest old man all of a sudden. “They’re getting better, starting to catch up. You shouldn’t call them slugs, Darce.”

“Please, like Wilson hasn’t called them worse, you’re too nice.” Peachy girl grinned when she turned in her chair again and saw Bucky looking like his jaw was about to hit the floor. “Have you met Detective Barnes, beefy?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.” Bucky took in your name with an almost hysterical laugh when you reached out and shook his hand, not entirely sure what had come over him as he felt his neck getting unbearably hot and struggled to come up with something to say. “Well, I’ve gotta hit the showers, always lovely talking to you ladies.”

“Bye!” Both of them were grinning wickedly at Bucky once you were gone, chuckling when he just spluttered nonsense and looked at the floor. “What the fuck was that, Bucky?”

“Shut up.” He was flabbergasted, he’d never felt such an unbelievable attraction to someone right off the bat, except, once. But he never thought about that. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, nothing at all?” Darcy was still grinning when Bucky growled at her, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair while the peach kept laughing. “So you weren’t staring at his ass when he walked away?”

“Of course not.” It had only been a little bit, you were so fucking tall your ass was impossible to miss, and so high and tight and… no, nope. “What the hell kind of nickname is beefcake, anyway?”

“You saw him.” Peach was practically cackling at this point, the redness on Bucky’s face so entertaining she was considering taking a photo to send to Nat. “The man is grade A USDA prime meat, what would you like us to call him?”

“You’re a couple of pervs.” Bucky just scoffed and ignored them when they told him it takes one to know one, flipping them off over his shoulder and almost forgetting his bag when he stormed out of the precinct to start his much needed alone time. “Inappropriate, gonna talk to HR about you two!”

If it had just been the one interaction, Bucky probably could’ve handled it. Yeah, he had jerked himself off thinking about your broad shoulders and tiny waist and that masterpiece of an ass, but only once, okay three times. But it was just over the weekend, he’d forget about you eventually.

Except for the fact that suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Every damn time he was in the precinct, there you were, smiling that slightly crooked smile and laughing and making every person light up when you walked through the room. And in the fucking sweats every time, it was like torture. Torture that was made worse by the fact that Darcy and peach were always grinning at him like they knew something he didn’t, and they had apparently told Sam whatever they supposedly knew, so now that man was basically parading you in front of Bucky’s desk every chance he got and making him talk to you and get to see how fucking charming you were. He hated it.

“I do, I love cats!” Sam was chatting with you right in front of Bucky’s desk again and he was plotting how he could get away with murdering the man. “Have a little ginger idiot at home who has maybe two braincells, but he’s my baby.”

“Wow, that’s adorable.” Bucky almost growled at Sam when he grinned at him. “Bucky has a kitty of his own, don’t you, Buck?”

“Yes.” Sometimes he even hated his friends, this was ridiculous.

“I love that, knew you were a cat person.” Bucky almost groaned when you placed your hand on the desk so close to his, looking up at you through his lashes and trying so hard not to melt into his chair when he saw you smiling at him. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” You smelled so unbelievably good, Bucky had an incredible urge to lean up and bury his face in your neck, but managed to just turn the photo of his cat around to show you instead. “She’s three.”

“She’s gorgeous.” You winked and Bucky almost swooned, there was something wrong with him. “Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here, got a birthday party to get to. It’s always real nice talking to you, Detective.”

“You too.” Bucky swallowed thickly and shook his head when you walked away, his scowl coming back immediately when he saw Sam looking like he just ate a damn canary as he smirked at him. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sam chuckled when Bucky just hunched over his paperwork and tried to ignore him. “Buuuuut… hoo boy, you like him.”

“I do not.” Murder was the only answer to these affronts. “He’s too young.”

“Bullshit, is peach too young for Nat?” Sam snorted when Bucky just grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness. “You like like him, you need to get over that massive hang up, Barnes, it’s holding you back!”

“Man, fuck you!” Bucky jumped when he realized that Sam wasn’t there anymore, so he was just yelling at the bullpen, every member of the team giving him looks of varying amusement before they bent back to their work. “Sorry.”

It was a legitimate hang up, especially when it came to you. Because you reminded Bucky of him.

Specifically of when he was young, when Bucky first realized he was in love and overlooked all of his flaws and just wanted to be wrapped up in him all the time in spite of the fact the man would only look at Bucky like his old friend who he could tell about every single disgusting conquest he made. And that meant you were dangerous. Bucky refused to do that to himself again, it had taken him too long to get over that malicious bastard, and nothing had hurt him more than the realization that he had wasted so much time loving someone who barely gave a fuck about him. He didn’t care how sincere and charming you seemed, he wasn’t going to fall for that same shit all over again.

But it didn’t stop any of his friends from dragging you in front of him at every opportunity, and even though he was polite and listened to you and answered all your questions, it didn’t stop him from snarling at them as soon as you were gone. He didn’t care what they thought he needed, he was fine.

He wasn’t lonely. He didn’t wake up grinding his hips into his mattress after dreaming of sharing his bed with you. He didn’t wonder what you would look like with soft morning light falling across your face while both of your cats jumped on you and Bucky made you breakfast. They all needed to worry about their own lives and quit fucking with his.

Which is why he should have been suspicious as hell when Nat and her little peach and Darcy insisted on taking him out for drinks on a Friday night. All of them together. At a dive bar that was typically just cops. Like they didn’t usually go uptown and dress up.

“Well, look at that, is that Sam?” Darcy bounced on her toes and waved when she spotted Sam with all of his recruits, her and peach squealing while Bucky shot Nat an exhausted look. “Gosh, I completely forgot they’re celebrating the academy graduation, what are the chances?”

“Shocking.” Bucky couldn’t stop growling when Nat just shrugged at him. “I can’t believe they dragged you into their scheming, Romanoff.”

“They’re young and excited, it’s cute.” Nat wrapped her arm around Bucky’s shoulders and started pulling him towards the group. “Besides, you deserve someone nice, and to spend the night with someone besides Alpine.”

“Alpine doesn’t take up that much room on the bed, and I like to spread out.” Bucky just resigned himself to having a miserable night, even when you gave him an easy smile once you laid eyes on him and waved eagerly. “And he might not be nice.”

“Buck, you won’t know unless you give him a chance.” Nat sighed as she rested her chin on her best friend’s shoulder, pinching his cheek and trying to get him to at least give her a grudging smile. “And you know how good my asshole radar is, I’m getting no pings from the beefcake.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky steeled himself when you started walking his way, feeling a little tight in his chest and watery in his eyes as he did his best to give you a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi Detective.” Your smile got even wider when Nat introduced herself, shaking her hand warmly then turning back to Bucky and crossing your arms over your massive chest. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I don’t…” Bucky caught himself when Nat looked at him expectantly and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Fantastic, for you too?” You winked at Nat when she nodded before hurrying off to get their drinks with an undeniable bounce in your step that Bucky found he enjoyed very much.

“Listen, Buck.” Nat gave you a very thorough look while you waited at the bar, wrapping her arms around her girl when she came to sit on her lap and Darcy sat across from them. “Even if it doesn’t last, you’re a special kind of idiot if you don’t at least have sex with that man.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky felt himself blush up to his ears when all of the women just nodded enthusiastically and started detailing what the two of you should do to each other. “You three are worse than frat boys, oh my god.”

“C’mon, sarge…” Darcy snapped her mouth shut when you came back with Bucky’s and Nat’s drinks, giving Bucky a meaningful look and making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger then pushing her opposite finger through it while your back was turned until Bucky felt like he was in fucking high school. “Hi beefcake!”

“Hi Darce!” You were sitting so close to Bucky he could smell you again, he had to start chugging his beer so he didn’t reach out to bury his fingers in your hair. “I’ve always wanted to ask, why does she call you ‘sarge’?”

“Oh, it was my rank when I was discharged.” Bucky couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, like he was the most interesting thing in the room, he wanted to fall into your eyes and get lost. “From the army. Darcy’s sister served with me, so she knew me then and the nickname stuck.”

“I didn’t know you served, my dad was in the marines.” You could see Bucky starting to tense up and bless you, you backed off, keeping that easy smile on your face while you nudged his foot with yours. “It’s okay, that’s not something we have to talk about right now, tell me about Alpine, how’s the little lady doing?”

“She’s- she’s good.” Something about the way you instantly pivoted the conversation and didn’t make Bucky feel like an ass for almost clamming up had him relaxing pretty much instantly, grinning back at you and rolling his eyes a little playfully when he thought about his little furry troublemaker. “She’s a brat, but good. Almost gave me a heart attack last week when she somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling beams in my apartment.”

“Oh shit! Really?” You chuckled warmly when Bucky just nodded and took another sip of his beer, plucking at the edge of the label on your bottle and leaning forward a little so you could hear him better. “She get down on her own or did you have to get a ladder?”

“Well, after six hours of pleading and begging, I did finally manage to entice her with some tuna.” Bucky kept watching your face closely, the earnestness he was so wary of constant and never wavering while you listened to everything he said intently. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.”

“Fuck, I can’t decide if my situation is better or worse.” You laughed when Bucky scoffed, pushing at his shoulder and shaking your head when he looked at you with mock offense. “No, I love my boy, but he’s a dumbass of epic proportions. The most worrisome thing he’s ever done is get his whole head stuck in a mason jar. Theodore is an idiot.”

“Theodore?” Bucky was vaguely aware of movement next to him after he emptied his beer and set down the bottle, but he couldn’t stop watching your lips move. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, yeah, my niece named him.” Your smile got even wider somehow and it was making Bucky melt, another bottle of beer appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the table and immediately finding its way to his lips. “It’s her favorite chipmunk.”

Cats. Talking about your fucking cats was apparently the kick in the ass Bucky needed to let almost all his concerns about having anything with you go, letting himself relax and be easy while you told him all these sweet, endearing little things about yourself. How much you loved your niece and how much of a star she was at figure skating. How good you were at baking and you didn’t care what he said, you were baking him a loaf of sourdough to prove it. How you played three different instruments and spoke two languages. You were too goddamn interesting.

And you managed to get him to talk about himself too. How close he was with his sister and mother and how much he loved seeing them as often as possible. How he secretly enjoyed knitting and always made sweaters for the family at Hanukkah but would kill you if you told anyone about his hobby. How he collected old records and could spend whole days just listening to music and drinking good whiskey.

Bucky was more than a little thrilled that you seemed to be hanging on his every word and scooting closer to him until you were right next to him and your shoulders were practically touching.

He had lost track of how many beers he’d consumed by the time people started dancing, but he knew it wasn’t too many as he was just very pleasantly buzzed and staring at your plump, kissable, pillowy lips and wondering what it would be like to suck on them.

“Hey, James.” Bucky had just told you his first name and for some reason the fact that was what you were choosing to call him was making him dizzy. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, um…” Bucky chewed on his lip while he thought it over, he had two left feet when he was sober, and he also wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if you put your hands on him. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, no pressure.” You winked like you did every time you said something disarming and Bucky decided that he loved that about you. “Just wanted to ask, but if all you want is to talk, that’s a-okay.”

Bucky was struggling with himself. You barely seemed disappointed, it had maybe flashed across your face for a second, but he believed you when you said it was okay. You even leaned back against your chair to give him space, zero hints of malice in your expression and just that perfect, easygoing look that made Bucky feel like you were fine taking no for an answer and you would never hold it against anybody.

And for some reason, that finally sealed it for Bucky that you weren’t him.

“I wanna dance.” Bucky winced when he almost knocked over his bottle when he set it down, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet so he could drag you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s go.”

Your laugh made Bucky beam at you over his shoulder, humming along to the music and turning to face you once you were in the middle of it. His breath caught when you were right there, letting you frame his waist with your hands and pull him even closer while you started rolling your hips to the music. Bucky very quickly decided that he liked having your hands on him, shaking his head and gripping your wrists to keep you in place when you tried to lean back before he slid his palms up your arms and over your chest.

Somehow, even though he knew you were big, your massive size hadn’t fully registered in Bucky’s brain until he was in such close proximity to you. It’s not like Bucky was small by any means, he hit the weights, he never skipped arm day, he’d even been called beefy himself a few times. But you… goddamn. You were like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. He was starting to get woozy from it.

Then you ducked even closer and pressed your cheek against Bucky’s temple and he couldn’t help it, he gasped. He could feel your lips moving against his skin but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, a low buzzing filling his ears while his fingers dug into your firm chest and he rolled his hips against yours. This was dangerous, he was not going to have sex with you without even a proper date, he wasn’t that easy.

He kept repeating it in his head over and over. When you slipped your arms around his waist and squeezed as you kept guiding his movements. When he buried his face in your neck and groaned when he finally got to breathe in your scent fully. When you nipped at the shell of his ear and made some kind of noise that sent a vibration through Bucky’s whole body. And especially when you grabbed his ass and gave such a dirty grind of your hips that made him feel how fucking hard and massive you really were.

It didn’t matter how much he repeated it though, it only took three songs before Bucky found himself with his back against a stall door in the bathroom with his pants around just one of his ankles and his toes barely brushing the floor while he practically sat on your face.

One of his knees was flung over your shoulder while you licked at his hole, his whole body shivering when you hummed against his skin and dug your fingers into his thighs and he didn’t even care that he was getting eaten out in a public bathroom and enjoying it quite loudly.

“God, I knew you’d be fucking sweet.” You growled but barely pulled back, gripping the thigh that was on your shoulder and pushing it up until it was pressed to Bucky’s side so you could see his face. “You taste so goddamn good, James, once I get you in bed I’m gonna make a full meal out of this ass, shit.”

“Oh… Jesus Christ.” Bucky could barely breathe when your mouth was on his hole again, he could feel your jaw working while you moved your lips and tongue like you were making out with him, all while you kept your intense eye contact and let his cock rest on your face like you didn’t even care. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky could feel your chuckle when a whine escaped from his throat without his permission, his eyes rolling when your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin before you were dragging it over his hole again and sucking until Bucky almost squealed. But then your tongue punched into him and the squeal was ripped out of his chest, his breath heaving almost painfully while you fucked him with the thick muscle until his dick started leaking and twitching against your forehead. It was insane that you were so good at this, you were so young, but your mouth worked like you were a fucking pornstar and it had Bucky feeling some kind of way.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, James.” It didn’t sound like a question, you were telling him, your face serious while you licked your way up his taint until you could nip at his balls while you slid a finger inside him. “I need it, need to feel you come on my cock, god, you’d better fucking hold it until I’m inside you or I’m gonna spank you, I swear to fucking god.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh my god, please.” Bucky felt like he was losing his mind when you sucked on his balls and pushed a second finger inside him, his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head while he grabbed your hair and held on for dear life. “Oh shit… fuck me, I can hold it, I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

You leaned your cheek against his hip and kept grinning at him while you reached your free hand into your wallet to grab a packet of lube, chuckling when Bucky huffed at you when you ripped it open with your teeth and squirted it all over the fingers you were plunging into his ass.

“You brought lube with you?” Bucky was trying to remain huffy but it was difficult when you were scissoring his hole open so slowly and shit, it felt amazing. “What exactly did you think was going to happen tonight?”

“God, I dunno, James.” You looked meaningfully at the fingers that were currently knuckle deep inside him, wiggling them a little when you looked back up at him with a cocked eyebrow and snorting when he whined. “Would you prefer I didn’t have lube right now? Because I can stop…”

“No, don’t do that.” So much for not trying to seem desperate, Bucky was panting he needed you so bad. “I’m just… talking, I’ll shut up. I can be good.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good boy for me James?” What were you doing to him? Bucky couldn’t help but whimper when you spat on your fingers to slick them up even more and added a third, nodding and rolling his hips into your hand when you just barely teased his sweet spot as you kissed the inside of his thigh. “Yeah you will, my good boy, opening right up for me.”

“Mmhm, yours, oh holy shit.” The addition of your fourth finger turned Bucky’s whole body into jelly, your hold on his thigh the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor when you licked a wide, flat stripe up the underside of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, pleasepleaseplease…”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, James, I’ve got you.” You groaned when he let go of your hair to shove his fist in his mouth when he gave you a tortured cry, slowly pulling your fingers out of him and setting his feet on the floor so you could stand. “Turn around for me, sweet thing.”

“Yes… yes sir.” Bucky let his eyes flutter closed when you kissed his temple and turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool metal and arching his back when you placed one hand on his hip and used the other to pull out a condom. “I need it.”

“I know, handsome.” Your voice was muffled while you used your teeth to rip the wrapper open, nuzzling into the tendrils of hair that were resting against the back of Bucky’s neck so you could kiss him there while you rolled the condom over your length and emptied another packet of lube all over your dick. “You gonna call me sir while I fuck this sweet little ass?”

“Ye-yes… oh fuck!” Bucky practically screamed when your tip just barely slipped inside him, arching his back and whining when you wrapped your arm across his throat and growled in his ear. “Fuck… ‘s big, so big, fuck me.”

“You can take it, big guy, keep being good for me.” You grinned against Bucky’s cheek when he rose on his toes as you kept going, smacking his ass and chuckling when it made him clench as you increased the pressure on his neck. “You feel fucking incredible, Jesus. Been thinking about getting you like this since the first time I saw you, you know that? Did you think about me too, James?”

“N-no.” Bucky already felt extremely vulnerable while he was split open on only half of your cock, he didn’t need to admit to you that he had been dreaming about wrapping his legs around your tiny little waist while you fucked him slow and deep. “I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re a liar.” You grinned and yanked his head back at the same time you gave a final snap of your pelvis and Bucky sobbed, his body shaking violently while you rested your hips against the plush curve of his ass and dragged your tongue along his jaw while you let him adjust. “That’s okay though, big guy, you can think about this. Now, I’m gonna apologize, because this is gonna be a lot faster than I would like, but we are in public.”

Bucky didn’t have any response except a yelp when you started driving your cock into him almost viciously, his breath punched out of his lungs each time your hips bounced off his ass while you sucked on his ear. He felt like he was about to explode, your cock driving into his swollen prostate each time you bottomed out until his balls started pulling tight to his body and his cock twitched. You must have felt the change since you dropped the hand that wasn’t attached to the thick arm that was currently choking him to grab his cock and start stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Bucky felt like such a whore but he didn’t care, turning his head as much as possible so he could rub his nose against your cheek while he whined. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, James.” You groaned when his hole clenched around you, squeezing his cock and his throat at the same time and kissing the corner of his lips tenderly while you gazed into his eyes. “Gonna take care of you. Can’t wait to be able to take my time, enjoy you, god, could spend a whole fucking night in this ass, you’re so goddamn warm and tight. But I need you to come for me right now, James, make a mess on my hand, lemme make you feel good, c’mon.”

The thought of you in his bed and fucking him raw and open had Bucky tumbling over the edge of his climax with a shout, his desperate noises muffled by your lips when you smashed them to his as he quaked in your arms and shot his cum all over your fingers. He sobbed when you didn’t stop stroking him even once he was milked dry, his eyes rolling back when you throbbed inside him and almost lamenting the fact that you were filling the condom instead of pumping your cum deep in his guts and determined to get to the point when he would finally get to feel all of you. As soon as you were done you were bringing your cum soaked fingers to your mouth, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you sucked his cum off them slowly and groaning at his taste then pressing your lips to his again so you could share with him.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything else to say, smiling almost sheepishly at you after you had pulled out of him and tossed the condom, letting you turn him around and nuzzle at his cheek before you were bending to help him step back into his jeans.

“My sentiments exactly.” You gave him another one of those winks and he wasn’t even mad when he blushed violently. “You gonna be as big of an ass about me taking you on a real date?”

“I wasn’t an ass.” Bucky huffed when you stood back up and wrapped your arms around him, nipping at your bottom lip and grinning when you growled playfully at him. “I was wary.”

“Sure.” You kissed him slow and deep and smiled against his lips when he melted into you before pulling back so he could breathe. “Pretty sure the girls and Sergeant Wilson would agree with my assessment, but we can use your word.”

“Oh shit, they’re still out there.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and moaned at the thought of the commentary he was going to have to endure, shaking his head when you chuckled and opened the stall door to start pulling him back to the bar. “Can’t we just climb out the window or something?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us could fit through that window, James.” You nodded at the tiny one by one glass square and kissed his temple when he sighed defeatedly, holding his hand and letting him follow you when you opened the door. “Besides, if you think I’m not going to enjoy showing you affection in public, I’ve got some bad news.”

Bucky’s retort was cut off by an absurd amount of hollering when you opened the door, his face getting unbearably red and the desire to either tell all of your friends to shut the fuck up or just book it out of the bar overwhelming. But then your arm was around his shoulders and your lips were pressed against his temple, and maybe he could put up with his friends being smug rowdy assholes for the rest of the night if you kept smiling at him like that.

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Please make a routine guide inspired by Saranghoe u can refer to her youtube vlogs she us productive

How to live like Saranghoe .𖥔 ݁ ˖𖦹⭒°｡⋆

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Tracy Sohn a.k.a Saranghoe! thank you for the request and sorry for the long wait!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👛 Tracy is definitely NOT a morning person, so everytime she wakes up the first thing she does is check her phone for a few minutes. After that she gets straight up and opens up her curtains to let the light in.

Then she goes to her bathroom and uses a hair band to get her hair out of the way so she can brush her teeth and wash her face with a gentle foam cleanser. After rinsing it out she uses her skincare products; toner sheets, serum, cream and a tinted sunscreen!

🌷 Now she changes clothes, Tracy usually wears cute knit tops with some plaid skirts in basic colors (white, gray or black) and she also wears some dainty jewelry and leg warmers. Remember to put on a hair roller to style your bangs while you do your makeup!

It's time for makeup! Tracy usually does the same makeup routine, eyebrows, mascara, eyeliner, blush, lip tint and a shiny highlighter, oh! also she only puts on a bit of concealer since the tinted sunscreen already works as a glowy foundation.

🍥 Clean your room a little before packing the last things on your bag and spraying perfume to you out to your uni / school or have brunch!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Tracy usually takes digital notes on notion! and she always includes useful links with videos and resources so she can review them later. For language learning though, she copies the vocab on a notebook and reads it before her test so she can have them fresh in her memory. She also always studies listening to ost of her favorite animes, kdramas or manhwas!

🩰 After a long day of school she likes to take a nap and have some rest!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you're curious on how Tracy takes care of her figure you need to know that walking plays a huge role in it! In her vlogs she always goes to most places entirely by walking! You can do this too and start counting how many steps you walk in a day.

🏩 Also you can try and dance to an energetic kpop song like Hype boy by NewJeans, practicing multiple times a day can definitely replace a workout routine!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you want to have a selfcare, start your shower routine by taking a long bath, use a bath bomb, some bubbles and candles to set the mood, you can even use a little tray to watch kdramas like tracy!

🛍 Then you can play some music to actually take a shower, take care of your hair with shampoo and conditioner and then clean your body with a cleanser and a loofah.

When you're done it's time for skincare, use some toner pads, serum, moisturizer, eye cream and lip balm! also apply cream on your body and cuticle oil on your nails.

💞 Next you can dry your hair and use some leave-in products to have extra soft and shiny hair!

One of Tracy's keys to look extra cute and pretty always is to get appointments with professionals to get facials, lash perms, haircuts and her nails done!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👚 Tracy usually dines out with her friends or family! After she arrives home she gets comfy so she can have a long study session! If you're a night person, try and get all your assignments done at this time to feel extra productive! And don't forget to have a late night meal/snack.

After getting all her school work done she relax on her bed, often with a sheet mask on (specially on winter) and watch anime or dramas until she falls asleep 

Good night!

heyyyyy I finally post again haha, sorry for making you guys wait for sooo long but I got my period and I was feeling soooo bad I wanted to disappear 💀 also idk why my liz post getting so much attention made me a little anxious so I procrastinated all my requests for so long hehe im sorry :(

well that's all I will try to upload my next requests soon !!!

toodlezzzz!!111!

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The Game Part 3 (Matt - R)

Song: My Favourite Game - The Cardigans

Tumblr: @kirby0strombolli

Spin the bottle finished with Nina and Matt's kiss being last. Everyone dispersed to different parts of the house. In the shuffle, Nina wanted to be alone. She snuck out to the edge of the dock and sat swirling her feet in the warm water. She let out a sigh while staring at the stars twinkling over the black water. The music was loud enough to hear, but the chatter was muffled. The boat was gone, and she couldn't find Lizzie to talk to after her kissing dilemma, so she assumed she and Nate were getting their alone time in.

"Can I join you?" She turned around to be met with curly brown hair and blue eyes.

"Sure." She smiled. Even though the kiss she waited for wasn't what she expected she still couldn't deny Chris' attention. He sat next to her and stared directly at her. He kept trying to figure out what she wanted with Matt. "Everything okay?" She was hesitant.

"So Matt huh?" Was all he scoffed.

"What do you mean?"

"Nina you are the hottest girl in school. You can't convince me you like Matt." Chris deadpanned her.

"He is nice." Nina knew she could make Chris jealous but she didn't think it would happen this soon.

"Nina... be honest." Chris pushed for the truth he knew she was hiding.

She sighed. "Okay, fine. At yesterday's party, I thought he was you. You guys are triplets and you look so similar and I had had a few." She started rambling on.

"I knew it." Chris started laughing. "I knew there was no way you liked him." Chris scooted closer to her. She realized Chris was moving in for another kiss. What neither of them knew was they were being overheard by a now heartbroken Matt. He had been walking over to Nina to try and get some alone time with her when Chris swooped in before he could. He knew spying on their conversation was wrong but he was hoping to hear Chris hyping him up and being a good brother and wingman; something other than what he just did. As soon as Chris' lips collided with Nina's Matt had seen enough and walked off into the house. He was done partying for the night.

"Chris." Nina lightly pushed his second rough advance away. "I like Matt." Nina found herself saying. Her words shocked her. It was kind of like flipping a coin. When the coin lands you are either disappointed or happy but either way it lands you learn something about yourself. She always wanted Chris as if he was the favored heads side of the coin. It landed on heads and she found herself disappointed. She never thought of another side to the imaginary coin but it revealed itself to be Matt.

"What?" Chris repeated her reaction like a mirror.

"I like him." She said falsely confident this time. She knew she liked kissing him over Chris but that was about it. She wasn't sure about him as a person. Nonetheless, she wanted to give him a chance.

"Oh. But you just said yesterday you thought he was me." Chris retaliated.

"Yes, but I wasn't disappointed when I found out he was Matt." She shrugged lightly. After saying his name out loud her lips instinctively pulled into a smile.

"You going to play him like a game?" Chris' comment was meant to be a stab at her. His words were met with a slap to the mouth.

"Fuck you." She stood up. Just because she was good at playing boys like a game didn't mean she always did or wanted to. Sometimes she was the one that was left behind but she spun the narrative around to keep her popularity status. She wasn't sure if Matt was a game or something more but she was willing to find out. Chris stayed sitting down too stunned to speak. Nina walked the grassy path back into the house. "Have you seen Matt?" She asked a random lacrosse player.

"Who?" She waved her hand at them telling them never mind. After looking around for the floofy haired boy she was about to give up when she heard her name called.

"Nina." She saw the wrong floofy haired boy, Nick, from across the room. He pointed up the staircase. She nodded a thank you. She went up the stairs only to be met with a bunch of closed doors through the hallways. She opened a few and was met with different people making out. She kept going looking for Matt. She wasn't sure what got into her but after turning down Chris she felt confident in exploring the unknown with Matt. She wanted to start tonight. She opened the door to Nate's room and saw a body curled up under the covers.

"Matt?" She whispered. He didn't respond to her voice. She slowly closed the door behind her and walked over to the opposite edge of the bed to get a look at the person's face. It was Matt. He was pretending to be asleep hoping she would leave him alone. He was heartbroken she would give Chris attention after proclaiming to like him. He was also pissed his brothers were right. He felt so stupid for thinking the school's hottest girl would like him even a little bit. Nina pulled back the covers carefully and slipped under them. She lay facing Matt. She examined his soft sleeping face until she couldn't hold in her emotions anymore. She scooted closer to him and kissed the tip of his nose. "Goodnight Matt." She whispered. His feelings got the better of him and he opened his eyes to see her. He was hoping looking into her eyes he could get the truth. "Hi." She whispered with a smile. He stared at her. He didn't have anything to say to her. She scooted into his chest and wrapped her leg around his. He instantly remembered her grinding on him in the basement and regretted it because he felt himself start bulging.

"Nina..." His whisper was caught with her mouth on his. She slowly moved her lips. Matt stopped her abruptly. "I heard you tell Chris you thought I was him." He said feeling his stomach twist.

"I did." She didn't have any reason to deny her mistake.

"So go be with him." Matt was being harsh. He figured the best way to protect himself and not show his feelings was to mask them by being rude.

"I like you." Nina didn't want to waste any time.

"You don't have to lie to me." Matt laid on his back to star at the ceiling. She wasn't sure how to fix this situation. Then she realized he had spied on their conversation.

"You were spying on me?" Matt didn't look at her to hide his embarrassment.

"I was walking over to spend time with you and he beat me to you. I just over heard a little bit."

"But not me rejecting him." Nina whispered. This peaked Matt's interest quickly. The hottest girl in their school rejected Chris, the most outgoing and popular person in their school. He looked at her.

"You did what?"

"I rejected him. I like you. Well, technically I like the way you make me feel when we kiss because I don't exactly know you but I want to." She was owning her feelings.

"What?" He rolled to face her body again.

"Am I not making any sense?" She questioned herself. "I like yo-" She was interrupted by Matt kissing her this time. She melted into his embrace. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. To help him she intertwined their legs once more. She felt his hard erection rubbing her thigh. Matt's hands started rubbing up and down her arms and she instantly felt flutters in her stomach. Something about that little touch made her feel truly wanted by him. She had always been desired by the boys at their school but never prioritized. Matt giving her soft touches filled her with the sensation of safety. She felt like her feelings were safe with him. She shifted to be on top of him just like before.

"I've never had sex." Matt instantly turned red from his word vomit.

"It's okay. We don't have to." Nina wasn't sure she wanted to rush things anyway. She was curious about riding out the emotional high as long as possible

"I want to." Matt looked up at her and rested his hands on her hips.

"Are you sure?" She wasn't sure she wanted to rush but she also couldn't help but wonder how sex with him would feel like. If a simple kiss made her feel wanted she could only imagine how craved she would feel if he was inside of her. Matt nodded. The party was still happening downstairs so no one would hear them. Nina grabbed Matt's hands and rested them on the strings of her bathing suit top she had never even gotten wet in the lake today. Matt's skinny fingers pinched and slowly tugged until the knots popped loose. The top fell on Matt's chest and she giggled a little. He was trying to play it off cool but his physical feature was harder than it had ever been before. He knew if he didn't move faster he was going to bust just from seeing her naked breasts. Matt picked up his pace in undressing himself and her.

In the act of undressing Matt ended up on top of her. He may have never done this before but he was using complete instinct to figure it out. "Yeah?" He whispered to double-check he was okay to slide inside of her. She bit her lip and nodded.

"Matt..." She said breathy as he pushed himself in between her thighs. She had had sexual experiences but she never gave anyone the chance to be this intimate with her. Just like she had thought she would never reject Chris, she never thought she would give into someone like this; she was wrong both times. Matt wasn't sure what he was supposed to do so he just pulled out slowly. He felt every inch of his dick being suctioned into her as if her body didn't want him to pull away. "Okay." She whimpered. She had never felt this before either. Matt taking up every inch of her untouched walls. She felt him slide past every wrinkle and it was making her feel hot.

"Is this okay?" Matt asked timidly. He wanted to make sure it was good for her. He wanted to impress her and stand out amongst all the other guys.

"Oh my god yes." She moaned on his neck. She realized how close she was to his salty skin and grabbed it with her teeth. Matt kept slowly pulling and pushing into her flesh feeling it lubricate itself. The warm squishy sensation against himself was making it harder and harder not to cum.

"Fuck." He mumbled mainly to himself. He never fastened his pace. He continued slowly moving in and out. He feared he wouldn't please her before himself and he'd never be able to live that embarrassment down.

"Matt!" She shivered. With her shivering body he simultaneously felt a tidal wave of wetness flow around his cock. That was enough to push him over the edge.

"Fuck." He said a little more clearly this time as he felt himself release. As his waist shot out all of the built up pressure his vision became blotchy and his arms suddenly felt weaker. He lowered himself onto Nina's body. He felt her legs shaking. "Was it good?" He asked her which kind of took away from the mood a little.

"It was the most perfect first time." She ran her fingers through his fluffy messed up hair feeling his hot scalp with her finger tips. It was perfect for her. She always felt like other guys would flip her around like origami and go fast just to get themselves off but with Matt it was slow and sensual, everything she dreamed it would be. His head shot up to look at her with wide eyes of confusion.

"What did you say?"

"I said it was perfect." She giggled looking down at him.

"No, after that." He pressed on.

"For my first time." She dropped her head to the side.

"I was your first time?" He asked shocked.

"And I was yours." She chuckled not fully seeing his point.

"You have never had sex?" He asked boldly.

"No..." She trailed her words. "Oh I get it. You thought because I'm popular and hot I'm a slut." She was only half joking with her words, but the truth was she felt a little hurt. She knew her image was what it was but she knew who she was and sometimes the image didn't match the real her.

"No." He said rushed. "Maybe a little. Not the slut part, just assumed you weren't a -" He wasn't sure if he was still offending her so he stopped talking.

"Do you want to go on a date?" Matt again just stared at her. Right when he thought he could talk to her she switched the subject or said something too bold for him to know what to say or do.

"Um.. Yeah." He stuttered. "Yes." He shook his head. She leaned in and kissed him in solidarity.

"I want to date you." She whispered looking between his lustful eyes.

"I want to date you too." He smiled and chuckled at the corniness of their exchange. Their post cum highs were slowly making them crash. Matt slumped off of her and grabbed her into a spooning position. Nina didn't protest as he pulled her body back into his. She let out a big sigh. "You okay?" Matt asked. Even though they just shared the most intimate part of themselves he was still on the edge of not feeling good enough for her.

"Yeah, I'm winning." She smiled to herself as she closed her eye lids.

[1800kfics]

so let's go see the stars

wk: 3k

TW: mental illness, manic episode, use of medication. might be hard to read for some, pls make sure you're in the right headspace before proceeding :)

song: plug me in - lil soda boi

Kim Donghyun. Your sky blue, your peach pink, your crimson purple.

You pull your knees to your chest to make room for Leehan in the windowsill nook. The two of you loved people watching from your apartment window. It was your favorite activity to do together.

“My new medication has been making me nauseous and giving me the worst headaches. Doctor said this one wouldn’t do that.” You complain with a huff. Leehan has always been an amazing listener. He always heard you out and never complained about his own problems. Everyone needs someone like him in their life, you think to yourself.

“It must be too strong. Tearing up your body from the inside. Stop taking it, missing one here and there won’t hurt.” He offers.

You sigh and bore a hole into the empty bench across the street. “I know it won’t, but the doctors lectured me when they found out I had started skipping. They were real serious – I hated it. They always try to make me feel like there’s something - something wrong with me.” You say. “How come you haven’t been coming around lately?” You add.

He looks at you and responds, “I don’t know. You just haven’t needed me lately.” He grabs the top of one of your knees and says, “Hot chocolate?”. Smiling, you simultaneously get up to make your way over to the kitchen.

You had known Leehan for what felt like forever. It might have been forever. You must’ve given him your apartment key ages ago, because you don’t even remember doing it. He’s been by your side through thick and thin.

Sometimes you wonder how he hasn’t gotten sick of you yet. He stays until you fall asleep, then quietly lets himself out. Sometimes you’ll wake up and see he’s already come back – like he never left. Sometimes, though, he’ll go MIA. No text or calls back, completely off the map. You’ve learned not to take it personally, and figure he needs his alone time as much as everyone else.

He doesn’t seem to have any other friends, which he doesn’t seem to mind. You don’t have that many friends either. You don’t think your parents like him though. Everytime you brought him up in your formative years you saw their eyebrows furrow, like they were holding something back. You wondered what rubbed them the wrong way about him, he’s never done anything to offend.

Leehan always has your back. He’ll hype you up when you need motivation and comfort you when all you need is a shoulder to cry on. But most importantly, he understands you. He made you realize that it’s okay not to be okay. When the meds fogged up your brain, he helped you work up the courage to stop taking them. When you couldn’t manage to go outside, he kept you company inside. He helped you wash your hair in the sink when getting in the shower seemed like an impossible task. Leehan has and will always be there for you.

Leehan made you think deeper about things. One night, he and you lay in bed together, enveloped in a comfortable silence. He sat up and scooted closer to you. You noticed and diverted your attention to him. He stared at you for a few seconds, then put his hand over your lower left rib cage. "Fear," he said. Confused, you cock your eyebrow but let him continue. He moves his hand up to your heart and makes eye contact with you, "joy." As he moves a little to the left to your sternum he scrunches his face and says "anger." He then trails his hand up to your jaw, lingering on your neck for a few seconds, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "Sadness" he says. After this, he retracted his hand all together and let himself fall onto the pillow next to you.

After coming home from a doctor’s appointment in one day, Leehan ran up to greet you. “How did it go?” He asked.

“Not the best.” You respond, setting your bags down on the kitchen counter. He picks up a small paper bag and shakes it. It lets out a rattle. “More pills?” He assumes disapprovingly. You nod your head. 

“What, you’re just going to let them control you like this? You said it yourself, you can’t get anything done on these stupid pills. And the side effects – I can’t bear to see you in pain. They’re not worth it.” He reproaches.

“I know. I agree. But you know it… it gets bad when I’m not on something. I have to keep trying until one of them works.” You counter.

He huffs and puts the bag back on the counter. “Not with this bullshit. Find another solution. Truthfully, I don’t come around that often when you’re on meds because I can’t stand being around someone I don’t know. You change when you’re under their spell.” With that, he storms off.

You’re surprised and a little upset at the very least. He never gets mad at you. The last thing you want is to drive away the only person who’s stuck around. You stand with a hand on the counter for a moment to compose yourself.

When you finally gather up the courage to go speak to him, you find him at the window nook. You stand in front of him and he looks up at you. You start, “I’m sorry. I know it’s annoying and unfair for you to have to keep up with all my mood swings and problems. I’m sorry you have to deal with me at all. That being said, you’re all I have. I’d rather spend time with you than have you not recognize me when I’m taking some medication. I choose you.”

Not knowing what to do after that declaration, you looked to the side sheepishly. Silently, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head against your stomach, pulling you closer in the process. You wrapped your hands gently around his head, fiddling with his long hair in the process. You loved this. You loved him, and wouldn’t trade him for the world.

A few days and an annoying phone call later, you sigh and leave the comfort of your bed to go find Leehan. You see him on the couch, reading the book he had most recently brought home.

“I just got off the phone with Sophia, you remember I told you about her? My friend from high school.” You start. He nods, and you continue. “She’s asking why she hasn’t met you yet.” He shifts uncomfortably. “What did you tell her?” He asks.

“I just told her because you’re busy and a bit introverted. She doesn’t need to know that you basically live here.” You say, making your way over to the couch and plopping next to him.

“Good, thanks.” He says. “As we both know, I’m not really a people person. Besides you, of course.” He says, face illuminated with a smile. You immediately felt warmth grow in your chest. Seeing him smile felt like winning a prize at an arcade, like the smell of jasmine. You never wanted to lose him.

One night, it got particularly bad. You had been up for at least 24 hours, full of energy. You paced back and forth behind the couch where Leehan was sitting, thoughts racing 100mph. Leehan notices how antsy you are, and intervenes, “What’s wrong?”

Heart pounding, you try to respond. “I don’t know, I just, I feel so helpless. I have so many ideas but I’m too useless to do any of them. Why don’t I always have this sort of motivation? It’s burning inside of me.” You grab a fistful of your oversized shirt and pull it out and in to fan yourself lightly.

“Do you want some water? I can grab you a glass.” He asks, feet already moving towards the fridge.

Unable to properly respond, you just let your feet guide you over to the kitchen. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you decide that you need to shower instead. “Shower!” You yell over your shoulder, already halfway to the bathroom by the time Leehan registers where you’re going.

The shower is refreshing, but mid-shampoo, the buzzing feeling in your heart seems to shift. It feels heavier, uglier. You slowly drop your hands, letting them swing to a still at your sides. You don’t feel so good anymore, about anything. Everything felt a horrible shade of brownish green and the taste of lemon lime gatorade.

20 minutes pass, and Leehan decides to check up on you. With a soft knock on the door, he says, “Hey, you alright in there?”. Ear pressed against the door but still not hearing any response but the running water, he knocks again, calling your name.

Now it’s his turn to pace. Finally deciding, he turns back towards the door and says a bit louder this time, “I’m coming in!” Hand shaking a bit, he grabs the door handle firmly and opens it.

When he gets inside he sees you curled up on the floor of the shower. He grabs a towel and rushes to open the door. You don’t seem to mind – or even fully acknowledge his presence. He tries his best to wrap you in the towel and slumps on the wet ground next to you. The last thing he’s worried about is his clothes.

He grabs the bottom of his face and guides it to face his own. “Breath, breath. What’s happening?” He asks.

Sobs racking your body and hot tears streaming down your face, you (unsuccessfully) try to pull yourself together. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know why everything is so hard. Why is everything so hard? Why can I not fucking do anything? What’s wrong with me?” You babble.

He quickly pulls you impossibly closer to him, legs clanging against each other and your head on his chest, his chin resting atop it. He tries his best to sooth you, hands stroking your wet hair.

“You’ll get through this. I won’t leave until you do. I promise.” He says assuringly.

All you could do was sob into his chest for what felt like hours.

He didn’t leave.

You slept for most of the day, woken only by the ring of your phone. You both woke up in a haze, stiff from sleeping upright on the bathroom floor. You reach to the counter to grab your phone. It’s Sophia. You call her back.

“Hey! Where have you been?” Her voice stings your ear. “I, uh, I slept in.” You reply. “Until 4pm? God, okay, well, have you read any of my texts? I’m in the neighborhood so I thought I’d stop by. I’ll be there in 5.” She says all at once. “Okay, I – okay. See you then.” Instead of arguing, you decide you’d use the few minutes to make yourself look presentable.

Once you hang up, you tell Leehan about Sophia. “She’s coming over in a few minutes. I didn’t really have a choice, believe me.” You say, going to your room to get changed.

When she arrives, you let her in with a fake smile. She wraps you in a half-returned hug. “Didn’t you say you just woke up? You look exhausted.” She says with a grimace.

Did she come here just to insult me? You wonder, annoyed by her blunt comment. Brushing it off, you retort, “I didn’t sleep very well to be honest. Can I get you anything to drink?”

After a somewhat pleasant visit surrounding small talk of where Sophia’s moved since high school and what your lives have been like the past few years, it seems like she’s finally finished with her stop by. Walking to the door, Sophia quips, “You know, I was sure I was going to catch that Leehan boy here. You always mention him but never offer to introduce us. Is he really that shy?”

Thinking that this might be the right time for Leehan to meet someone else from your life, meaningful or not, you respond. “Actually he is here! Let me go get him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” As you go to find him, she mumbles under her breath. “He’s here and he didn’t even come out? How rude. I don’t know why she hangs around that guy.”

Oddly enough, you search all the rooms in the apartment to no avail. Leehan isn’t there. With a frown on your face, you go back to the entrance of the apartment to try to explain yourself.

“He actually um, he must’ve left while I was changing. He really is that shy.” You say with a light chuckle, in an attempt to make the situation less weird.

Sophia nervously laughs. “Okay, okay. Maybe another time then. Also, are you taking your meds?”

Your heart jumps at her question. “How… How do you know I’m on meds?” You inquire.

She shifts her weight a bit with a pause, looking as if she’s carefully choosing her words. “I bumped into your parents recently when visiting home and, you know how your mom is…” She says.

A sting of betrayal sparks in your heart. “Did she ask you to ask me about the meds? Does she not think I’m taking them? Actually no, I’m not going to discuss this with you.” You extend your arm past her to open the door, insinuating that she needs to take her leave.

All of a sudden, Sophia grabs your shoulder. “Please, your mom is worried about you. Both of them are. I am. Can you just take your medication for us?” You screw your face up at her sudden request.

“Sophia, I’m really fine. I can manage without them. They don’t make me feel good, do you understand? Plus, I have Leehan-” You begin to express, being cut off abruptly.

“That’s just it though! You’re not! You sleep all day, don’t respond for days, and your only friend is someone no one else has ever met! You’re not fine! There is something wrong and you are scaring us.” She outbursts.

You’re in shock for a moment. “You don’t care about me. You never did. You’re just a henchman for my parents.” You shake her hand off your shoulder and it falls back to her side, defeated. The look in her eye turns from concerned to blank. Her fallen hand goes to clutch the strap of her bag. “Okay. Good luck then.” She says, turning and opening the door in one motion. She leaves without another word.

Even though you didn’t appreciate Sophia’s visit, it held a little more weight to know that your parents were involved. They were concerned, scared for you?

That evening, you thought about this standing by the kitchen counter with the new medication in front of you. 

All of a sudden, Leehan walks in. He sees you and walks over to you, patting your head like a puppy. You beam up at him, the first time you’ve smiled all day. “How are you feeling?” He says, taking off his jacket and draping it over the closest chair. “Utterly and completely exhausted.” You respond honestly.

You turn to face him directly. “Hey, I think I might give this new medication a chance.” You say. His eyebrows knit almost immediately. “After everything they’ve done to you so far? Really? They practically make you a zombie.” He says.

You move to grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it halfway with water. “Yes, after everything. I can’t afford to go through last night over and over again. I can’t handle it.” You say.

He goes silent. Too silent. “What are you thinking?” You ask. It takes him a few heartbeats to respond, but when he does, you wish you never asked.

“How do you think I feel?” “What?” “How do you think I feel? I’m by your side through all of this. You don’t think I’m sick of it too? This is just as much my battle as it is yours. You… you couldn’t do any of it without me. You need me. These pills, they just make you some brainless loser. Those ideas and dreams you have sometimes? You won’t be able to achieve any of them on those damn pills, I can guarantee you that.” He says.

Your jaw tightens at the shocking and harsh comments he just made. It turns to anger in your heart. “What, are you trying to control me too? Is that it? If you feel so burdened by me then why don’t you go and leave me too? You are by no means obligated to stay here with some brainless loser.” You angrily swipe the pill bottle from the counter and shake out a pill. You toss it in your mouth without and drink from your glass without hesitation, looking him in the eye while you do it. You felt like you could see his resolve break through his eyes, and your jaw tightened with sadness again.

You left for your room. You got in bed and immediately burst out in tears. You left the door open, though. With Leehan, an open door meant the other could come in, even if you weren’t in the best of moods.

After a minute, Leehan slinked in. He silently climbed into bed with you. Instinctively, you put your head against his chest and continued to cry. What you didn’t expect was for him to start shuddering. You open your eyes to see tears coming out of Leehan’s eyes. The look on his face brought you so much anguish. His shade wilted to a dull ash and it broke your heart.

You sit up and try to wrap your hands around him for once. Still crying, he says, “I just… I don’t want to lose what I have. Don’t let them take you away from me. Please. I need you in my life. I can’t live without you. Please let me stay.”

You hold him close until you both fall asleep, just like he’s done for you time after time. When you wake, you see that Leehan has already woken up. After you fully wake up, you return to your room. You sit on the window nook, legs to your chest to make room for Leehan out of habit. He’ll turn up soon, you think to yourself.

He never does.

hi guys! this is unedited so i apologize for any mistakes :,) wrote it in the spur of the moment, i hope u enjoy! also i realized how little works there are for the bonedo community to i'm officially joining the forces 🫡

p.s. i got inspo from the forest fic…

[bangtanhoneys]

The Grammy Awards - Part Three.

Part 2

It was amazing how quickly the South Korean government could move when it needed to. The news had arrived on the President’s desk the moment the Grammy’s had ended in Los Angeles, 17 hours behind them. It was all over other various media sites as Seoul and the rest of the nation were waking up to the news that BTS had secured two Grammy wins with their female member, Grace Chu. 

She had won 7 Rings - Record of the Year and In My Head - Album of the Year, with Bang-PD & PDogg also receiving their own Grammy’s as producers of the album. It was a huge accomplishment considering BTS had been up for similar awards so many times and had walked home empty handed every time. The fact that they had been even nominated was a huge accomplishment but now they could hold their heads up high and say their female member had won it for them. 

The military had given Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi & Namjoon an extra day of leave after the news had arrived so they could be part of Grace’s welcome home party. The government had been quick to act - a hero’s welcome home for opening the door to the rest of the world of idols and K-Pop that a Grammy could be won. 

Of course, some said it was because her song was in English and that she was British had a hand in it. Her citizenship was always a bone of contention amongst some Koreans that she had never given up her British identity, preferring to be dual. And there were the anti-fans who thought their groups deserved it more than she did, that she hadn’t done any hard work, hadn’t done any of the lyrics (although Grace had her name on every song credit) and it just continued as the news was pumped around. 

No one cared though. 

It came down to one simple thing: Grace Chu had won two Grammys in a single night, for an album she had worked her bum off for with two of the men that had always been number one supporters of her solo career. 

HYBE were already making plans to open a special display for the awards, her costumes, and her dress and hype it up even more. 

For Grace, it had been a blur. From the moment her name had been called for the first award, then the second, and then backstage where everyone had congratulated her and there were sooo many celebrities clambering to get a photo with her, and the boys were on the phone sending their congratulations and by the time they got back to the hotel with a police escort, Grace had simply asked: “What the hell has just happened?”

There was champagne, expensive bottles of it, being popped and her father had drunk at least one bottle on his own. Her mother had been calling Korea, telling their friends and family about the night and Sejin had been updating HYBE, Big Hit and the boys with what was going on. 

Grace sat down next to Bang-PD and he reached over, putting his hand on her knee to pat it. “Hell of a night?” he asked, laughing. 

“You could say that again,” she gently laughed and ran a hand over her face. She was more than ready to get the makeup off, get the dress off and have a long shower then crawl into bed. All the stress of the night had melted away the moment the hotel door opened.

“I’m proud of you though, Hea. You work exceedingly hard, double that of the boys and yet you never wanted anything at the end of the day. You simply go with the flow and if it happens, it happens. But look at what happened tonight - your performance and two awards in your name.”

“Our name,” Grace corrected with a grin. “Our name, PD-nim. You, me and PDogg. We each get our own in three months.”

“Three months?” he asked, looking horrified. “Hang on, I need to make some calls.”

She guessed he hadn’t heard that part when they had gone backstage to do photos and they had taken the awards off them, explaining that these were simply props and they would receive the actual ones in the post in three months. 

Sejin sat down next to her and let out a large breath, running a hand over his face, through his hair and slipped his glasses off. “Wonder if they're doing room service right now?” he asked, wiping the corner of his eye.

“I could do with a big greasy burger with extra pickles and a cola,” Grace sighed. If there was going to be a cheat day, now would be it. 

Bang-PD came back just as room service was bringing in trays of burgers and fries and cola, complimentary from the hotel for what she had won tonight. “Perfect timing,” he said as he swiped his own burger and took a seat next to his artist and her manager. 

“So, want to hear some good news?”

Grace and Sejin turned to look at him, eyebrows raised with matching expressions as their mouths were taking a bite out of their burgers. It made Bang-PD laugh and he waved a hand, letting them carry on eating.

“I spoke to the Grammys, we can pick up the awards on the way to the airport. They are going to rush-order them as it were. Took a bit of talking but we did it and the President has been on the phone.”

“President of South Korea?” both Grace and Sejin asked.

“That one. He’s got the information of our flight tomorrow and we’re landing in Incheon around 5:30pm so he’s going to roll out the red carpet as it were. It’s going to be a big hero’s welcome - press, photos, a little bit of a speech, and the boys are going to be there. They're off but they’ve been asked to come in their military dress for the day.”

“Jin is going to hate that,” Grace laughed as she threw the extra pickles in her mouth. “So is Yoongi.”

“From what I’ve heard, they're planning their own celebration dinner for you, us, and their families. So be warned,” Bang-PD said as he reached over to wipe some sauce from her chin.

“You always look after me,” Grace grinned as she took a napkin and wiped at her chin anyway.

“You are his favourite after all,” Sejin mentioned. 

Their flight was leaving Los Angeles at 10:50am so everyone said their goodnights and went to bed. The next morning, it was a bit of a hurry to get the crew moving though Grace’s parents had opted to stay an extra day to avoid the chaos that would be awaiting them when they got home. 

The airport was chaotic anyway and they had managed to get to the first class lounge without much issue even though there were plenty of people with cameras and phones out. The Grammy Awards, which had arrived three hours ago as promised, were locked in a large briefcase which went on with Bang-PD and a bodyguard and had to have special clearance. 

For Grace, it was still a bit of a blur. She hadn’t fully processed what had happened and she hadn’t fully realised the magnitude of winning such an award was going to bring to her, the boys, the company and the country. 

BTS had always talked about how the goal was a Grammy and though they didn’t need one to know their success, it would have been nice to point at it and say ‘We won that.’ No one had ever talked about what winning one would actually mean in the grander sense of things - it opened the doors for other artists out of South Korea to put forward for an award. That anything was now possible thanks to Grace opening up that opportunity. 

When she settled in her seat and they had taken off, she had sent a message to the group chat with the boys, unsure if any of them would be awake or active with the time difference.

‘On the flight home - it’s a 14-hour flight so I’ll see you at whatever time that is.’

Unsurprisingly, it was Yoongi who answered.

‘We have to wear our military dress uniforms. I hate you so much.’

Grace grinned and took a screenshot of the moment when her name flashed up on the screen when she had won her first Grammy and sent it over with the message: ‘Not my fault I won.’

He sent back a grumpy looking selfie but Grace knew underneath all that he was happy and excited and proud.

They were an hour away from landing when Sejin came over to her seat.

“So this is roughly how it’s going to happen - everyone is going off the plane first and us last. And then we’re going through like we normally do but they’ve laid out a red carpet and they're going to have military personnel lining the carpet. When we get to the doors, it’s the usual cameras, photos, bow and wave. There’s going to be a small stage with Bang-PD and we’ll have one Grammy out so they can take photos, answer a few questions and then finish.”

“All this because of the Grammys,” Grace groaned and rubbed her eyes. “They're making it sound like I won every championship in every sport for South Korea. Rather than it just being a music award.”

“They did this when Son Heung-min won his Golden Boot and they did this when the Parasite director, Bong Jun Ho came home after winning an Emmy,” Sejin reminded her. 

“God help them when someone wins an award worth winning then,” Grace yawned as she stretched up her arms and started getting herself ready. 

Her make up artist did a quick job of covering any eye bags and making her presentable, brushing out her long hair that had been tied up in a messy bun for the flight. It felt too much for something so little.

But then Grace had always been good at downplaying anything. 

Even something as big as this. 

She felt the nerves twist when the last passenger was off as was the rest of the team, leaving only Sejin, Bang-PD and three bodyguards left on the plane with Grace. The pilot bowed at her when she passed and thanked her for her contributions, to which she bowed back and thanked him for keeping her safe. 

As predicted, there was a red carpet from where she stepped off the plane to the long hallway which would take her to arrivals. Her bags were already collected by the team that had got off before her. 

Letting out a deep breath, Grace glanced towards Bang-PD who winked at her and gave her a gentle push forward so she would be the first one out of the doors with two bodyguards flanking her. 

She bowed in thanks to those military personnel who lined the hallway for her and she could hear the noise the closer she got towards the doors though they had been closed and blocked off by military and police. 

The moment they parted and the doors opened, the noise became overwhelming. Screams from fans, from the general public to ARMY, to the press as they all tried to get a picture as she stood there, bowing in thanks.

A hand on her back from Sejin gently pushed her towards a stand that was put up with a podium with a microphone on it, the backdrop a mix of big names like HYBE, Big Hit Entertainment, the Blue House, Korea Air and the Grammys. There Bang-PD pulled out one of the Grammys and handed it to her and for the first time, she could feel the proper weight of it.

The prop had been lighter, for obvious reasons, but this felt heavy with its full metal and she could see her name engraved on the plaque at the bottom - both in Korean and English. 

Then the questions started.

Was she happy to be back home? 100%.

What did she think of her performance?  She was very happy with it and happy it went to plan, there were no hiccups. 

Did she wish the boys had been with her? Of course.

What did she think of the Grammys now she had won it?

The question made her pause and out of the corner of her eye, she could see her boys lined up at the side but at the back so they weren’t in the crowd. They were all watching but waved the moment she looked over. 

“It’s a grand prize for a lot of hard work that myself, Bang-PD and PDogg have put into this. But I still think I’m undeserving of this when I know for a fact that Bangtan Sonyeondan is more deserving of it as a group rather than me as a solo artist. However, I’m proud and I’m proud that I’ve opened the door for others and that this brings honour to my family and to my country that I’ve called home since I was a child.”

It seemed the appropriate response as the crowd cheered and she stepped back, handing the award to Bang-PD so he could answer his questions. 

She kept her eyes on the boys though. 

One lot of people pleasing to get through with photos and then she could be out of here, back at HYBE with her people and onto the next thing. 

She was out in record time with a police escort driving her from the airport to the company building, the Grammy briefcase now with her rather than Bang-PD who had gone to see the President of Korea himself. 

“Noona!”

That’s all she needed to hear.

Her arms were trapped to her side as Jungkook rushed over, now in a t-shirt and shorts, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. Jimin and Taehyung soon followed, Hobi followed straight after that with excited yells and finally, they were joined by Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin. 

“Thank god,” she sighed and leaned all her weight on her muscle bunny who happily accepted it. It felt good to be home, it felt good to be with her boys again. There was no need for more words even as the seven talked around her, mentioning the press conference. 

“Hang on,” Grace laughed as she pulled away. “Let me go and wash my face and wake up. That was a long flight and I don’t even know what time it is.”

They pulled away enough for her to grab the briefcase and hand it over to Namjoon, who blinked rapidly at her. “You can deal with that,” she said and headed off to the bathroom, with Seokjin following.

“This is going to look really weird if someone comes in,” Grace grinned as she watched him glance at the door as it closed behind him. She splashed cold water on her face and scrubbed at the make-up, splashing more water on her face.

Seokjin handed over a towel and leaned against the radiator, shrugging. “I’m sure the boys are betting on what we’re actually doing but I just wanted to say hello and I’m proud of you.”

The make up was off which made her skin felt a hundred times better and it felt like she could breathe for once as she used the towel to dry away the droplets. When it was all done, she walked over to her boyfriend and rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I wished you had been with me,” she sighed.

“I know but your parents had a blast from the sounds of it and the night was meant to be about you and you only. Not me, not the rest of the guys, though wait till you hear the stories from when they were at mine - you’ll laugh your socks off,” he laughed and gave her a good squeeze, taking hold of her hand. “I’m very proud of you though.”

“Our time will come,” Grace nodded and smiled at the forehead kiss. “All eight of us.”

Her boyfriend dragged her back to the room where the rest of the boys were looking at the Grammy award, Namjoon holding one and Jimin holding the other.

“It doesn’t look like much, does it?” Taehyung mentioned. “All the prep, stress and everything else for something so small.”

“So what’s going to happen when they introduce us now? Is it going to be BTS with two time Grammy awarded singer, Grace Chu?” Yoongi asked, grinning over at his sister who glared at him and then gave him a good push on the other shoulder.

“Shut up. It doesn’t change anything, not for me anyway,” Grace sat down and shrugged. “If anything it’s more work because they’ll expect another album from me.”

“I’m going to say this now,” Namjoon started as he placed the award on the table. “We’re all very proud of you and we were watching with big smiles on our faces, though the outfit and dance moves need to be talked about. But regardless, she’s BTS. If anything, she’s become more important than me because everyone will want to see her more than us.”

Namjoon got a disgruntled look from his female member and he grinned in return. “Sorry noona, it’s time for you to step up to the plate now. I’ve done my job.”

“What job? I trained you, don’t forget,” Grace pointed out then pointed at each boy in return, especially Seokjin. “Don’t start getting all lackadaisical now. ARMY is waiting for us and you’ve all got months to go before some of you are back.”

“Yeah we need SK1,” Jungkook pointed out.

“Exactly,” Grace agreed. 

“Anyway,” Hobi clapped his hands as he stood, distracting Seokjin from trying to strangle the youngest. “Let’s go and celebrate! Noona deserves to be wined and dined. And then sleepover?”

“Yeah Jin-hyung has plenty of space,” Jimin agreed as he helped lock up the Grammy award. 

“I do?” the man in question asked just as Jungkook said, “Yeah he does. We can all sleep on the couch.”

Big Hit would later upload two photos from the boys to Grace - one with all of them together at the dinner, the Grammy Awards in the centre of the table and the second photo from Jungkook, taking a selfie with all of them fast asleep in the background. 

The perfect welcome home for the two-time award winning singer, Grace Chu. 

[dudadragneel]

Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

Finally, it's done! Enjoy, my children

Oh, and I hope you like the little steamy part 🙃😉

He gets carsick during a trip to y n's house and when they arrive there it gets worse. Y/n takes care of him together with the members. He has a high fever during 2 nights and wants to cuddle y/n all the time. He sleeps a lot too. It was more than carsickness.

A TIRING TRIP

Vacations are around the corner and you and the boys had decided to go to your summer house to spend some quality time together. You'd agreed that you would go first to make sure the house was clean and ready, even though they insisted on helping you.

You went to the grocery store to buy everything you'd need, because you didn't really want to go out and just stay in the house, enjoying the pool, games, relaxing, sleeping, especially since the weather was nice with sunny and rainy days.

The boys rented a van to go there and they'd switch between two drivers, Lee Know and Chan, since they were the oldest of the group and had volunteered.

Hyunjin went in the first backseat row with Changbin and Felix, while Lee Know went in the passenger's seat next to Chan, who was driving first and Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin went in the last row.

- Kids, did you get everything?

- Yes.

- Then let's go!

Chan started the car and so the trip to your house started.

They were really excited about having some time off and fun altogether before they went home to meet their families.

The trip started pretty well, with music blasting, and lots of laughs but Hyunjin started to feel off a few minutes later. He had woken up with an eerie feeling that something was off and was going to happen but decided to ignore it. But he would soon find out his misery was only starting.

As the drive went by, Hyunjin started to doze off every now and then. A sharp pain on his head would appear from time to time but he associated that with the loud noises inside the car since the other members were really hype.

However, more weird symptoms started to appear. He broke in cold sweats, feeling cold and hot at the same time but when he touched his arm to check his temperature, it felt cold to the touch, almost as if his blood pressure had gone down, but he wasn't exactly feeling faint.

He drank a bit of water and opened the window to get some fresh air, hoping he'd feel a little better.

But it didn't work. He broke into cold sweats again but now his stomach started acting up, it gurgled quietly sending queasy burps up his throat, which he muffled with his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe sleeping again would help and he'd feel better once he woke up.

He managed to doze off again, but then a bump on the road broke his peace and that's when things started to get bad.

They entered an area with a rather bumpy road and he couldn't sleep again, all the swinging and jumping of the car were making him queasy. He felt his stomach twist with every move from the car, nausea building up slowly. He started to shift around in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to control the nausea and it caught Changbin's and Felix's attention.

- Hey, Hyune, is everything okay?

Hyunjin barely looked at them, afraid of moving and making his already unsettled stomach even angrier.

- I feel carsick...

He said closing his eyes again and muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Chan who was still driving heard them talking.

- Hyune, do you want me to pull over?

- No...I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah...I'll just sleep.

- Okay. Let me know if you feel like you're gonna be sick.

- hmm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths while the wind hit his face, providing the tinniest of comfort.

But it didn't last long, the road was still rough and the nausea was getting stronger. His stomach twisted, and he could feel its contents sloshing around. He broke into a cold sweat again and started swallowing convulsively when he felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started watering.

- Hyung, I don't think Hyunjin is feeling well...

Felix said as he saw the color drain from Hyunjin's face, making him pale as a sheet.

Lee Know turned around to assess the situation.

- Hyunjin, are you gonna throw up?

But the boy couldn't really answer and just nodded as he felt his stomach twist again, sending its contents up his chest until he felt it hit the back of his throat, the foul taste filling his mouth. He covered his mouth to suppress a wet burp followed by a gag.

Lee Know turned to Chan with worried eyes.

- Hyung, we should pull over.

- There's a shoulder ahead. Hang on, Hyune.

Chan sped up to reach the shoulder before Hyunjin could throw up inside the car.

Once the car came to a stop, the two oldest got out and went to the back. Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, bending over and supporting his weight on his knees.

All it took was one wet gag and a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound, making both Lee Know and Chan flinch in surprise before getting to his side.

- That's it. You're doing great, get everything out.

Chan said as he held Hyunjin's hair back and gently rubbed his back with Lee Know. That was when they realized how sweaty he was.

His stomach contracted again, not giving him time to catch his breath before making him lurch forward as another violent stream made its way out.

If it weren't for both Lee Know and Chan, he'd probably have fallen on the ground.

- Hyune, give me that hair tie on your wrist.

Chan asked, still holding the young boy's hair, and then proceeded to tie it.

Hyunjin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, his vision went blurry and he swayed on his feet. Chan and Lee Know were quick to tighten their grip on him and carefully guide him to sit down before he fainted. He was out for only a few seconds and that was enough time for the two oldest to feel how cold his skin felt, despite being so sweaty.

He regained consciousness, head pounding and ears ringing, sat up, and buried his head in between his knees.

- Hey, Hyune, how are you feeling?

- Still carsick... My stomach keeps flipping around...

He said, not dating lifting his head, so Lee Know decided to massage his nape to provide some comfort to the young boy. While he did that, Chan went back to the car to get some water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth drink some and call you.

- Hey, y/n!

- Oh, Chan! Hey! How are you? Are you guys on the road?

- I'm fine. Yes, we are but we had a little setback...

- What happened?

- Hyunjin felt carsick and we're parked in a shoulder right now.

- Really? Did he throw up or just nausea?

- He threw up. Actually, he's throwing up right now.

- oh my god. Okay, there's a rest area before you reach the house, make a stop there so he can calm down and then come. I'll get things ready for him to rest.

- Okay. See ya.

- See ya.

Chan turned off the cell phone and went back to Hyunjin's side.

The boy was still sitting down, head ducked and spitting out thick saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth.

- Hey, how are you doing?

Hyunjin only nodded a "no" and spat out again. By now, the rest of the kids were out of the car, stretching their legs and clearly worried about him.

Lee Know could feel him shudder under his hand, Hyunjin grabbed his hyung's hand for comfort as he lurched forward, another stream of watery vomit splattering between his legs and thankfully not getting on his clothes.

Both Lee Know and Chan kept rubbing Hyunjin's back as his stomach got rid of even more content and after that, he was left dry heaving, and exhausted.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- thanks...

He said weakly, grabbing the bottle with shaky hands, spitting out then drinking a bit, the cold sensation comforting his strained throat.

- Do you think you're good to get in the car?

- Just give me a minute...

- Take your time.

Chan kneeled beside him and massaged his nape while guiding him through some breathing exercises.

- thanks hyung...I feel a little better now...can you help me?

- Yes. Let's go.

Lee Know was already inside the car, he would be driving the last half to your house. Chan put his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helped him, waiting a few seconds so the boy wouldn't get dizzy.

- You good? Feel like vomiting again?

- No...just a little dizzy...

- Okay. Let's go. You'll go in the passenger's seat, being able to see the road ahead will help with your carsickness.

Chan helped Hyunjin get in the car and buckled him up before sitting in the back.

- Hey, let me know if you feel sick again, okay? We're gonna stop at a rest area before getting to y/n's house but if you feel like you're gonna puke, I'll pull over again, okay?

- Yes, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. These things can happen. Y/n is waiting for you when we get there, they said they'd get everything ready so you could rest.

He quickly got his phone to thank you, to which you replied you were ready to take care of him, making him smile a bit.

Lee Know started the car and so the last half of the ride began, the kids in the back were still quite hyped for a few minutes and then they were asleep, just like children.

Hyunjin had his sunglasses on because apart from the nausea, he had an annoying headache and the sun wasn't really helping. He did his best to focus on the road ahead to keep his stomach from acting up again.

Lee Know would glance at him every now and then to check on him, he just wanted to get to your house so his dongsaeng could rest.

At first, sitting in the front was helping, there was less motion for his eyes to capture so his inner ear was balanced, which meant his nausea was somewhat under control. But he then made the worst decision.

He thought that maybe listening to some music would help him calm down a little more and distract himself until he got home. He picked up his earphones and grabbed his cell phone, and that was his mistake.

The moment his focus changed from the road to the phone, which meant he was looking at somewhere still, while the car was moving. That messed up his inner ear and his stomach flipped, sloshing around whatever it was he still had inside along with the water he had drank a few minutes ago.

He swallowed convulsively when he felt something rushing up his chest. He covered his mouth to suppress a queasy burp, that only made him aware of the foul taste inside his mouth. He squeezed his eyes in disgust and tried swallowing again, hoping he'd be able to hold it in until they got to the rest area, so he could go to an actual bathroom.

He shifted in his seat, turning his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his stomach as if that would keep everything in place.

Lee Know noticed the distress his dongsaeng was in and knew exactly what was about to happen so he sped up.

- Hang in there, we're almost there.

He said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hyunjin could feel the foul taste in his mouth, and an air bubble trapped in his throat sent him over the edge. When he tried to burp, he ended up throwing up inside his mouth, making him able to feel every texture of food mixed with liquid. He squeezed his hand against his mouth, trying not to vomit all over himself and the car, and somehow managed to swallow. But that was the last straw, as soon as he swallowed his stomach immediately rejected it, contracting harshly making him gag into his hand.

- Shit!

Lee Know said, a sense of obvious urgency in his voice.

He entered the parking lot with perfect timing and as soon as he was parked, Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door stepping out of the car and Chan, with his father-like instincts, was already out to help the sick boy get to the bathroom.

And Hyunjin almost lost the battle against his stomach because as they walked to the bathroom, it contracted again sending hot liquid that he failed to hold, escaping through his fingers but thankfully Chan was quick to put his hands under his chin and catch it before it could soil the ground and Hyunjin's clothes.

Entering the bathroom, Hyunjin went straight into a stall, letting go of his mouth as vomit immediately escaped his lips hitting the toilet.

Chan rapidly washed his hands and went to Hyunjin's side, rubbing his back as a wet burp brought up even more putrid liquid.

- That's it, let everything out.

Hyunjin spat out thick saliva and a cough brought up what seemed to be the last of the content inside his stomach and he was left dry heaving over the toilet.

- Damn, this time was pretty bad, huh?

- I don't know what's happening, hyung...

- you're carsick. It'll get better once we get there, we're 5 minutes away now.

- Thank god...I can't handle this anymore...

- You good now? Do you feel like there's still something to get out?

- No...not really.

- then let's rinse your mouth and let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin to the sink, making sure to keep an arm around him, sensing the boy could faint at any minute given how much he'd thrown up.

The oldest boy needed something to help Hyunjin's nausea because they still had a little bit of road ahead, so he called you.

- Hey y/n!

- Hey Chan! How's Hyune?

- Not so good. We're at the rest area and he's just thrown up again.

- Oh god.

- Do you have any tips on what we can do? So we don't need to stop again?

- Actually, I do! And I don't know why I didn't remember it before.

- What is it?

- Olives!

- Really!?

- Yes! Since they're citric, they can help with the stomach. It usually works immediately. If he's feeling afraid to eat, just give him a tablespoon of the liquid part.

- Okay, then! See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Chan bought a jar of olives and handed a tablespoon to Hyunjin, who accepted it, despite looking disgusted and apprehensive to invest anything at that point.

- Trust y/n. They know what they are doing.

- Okay.

Hyunjin took the spoon and swallowed the liquid, and just like you told Chan, the relief was immediate. He felt like a new person entirely.

- Woah.

- Feel better?

- Yes...

- Alright then, let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin back to the car where they waited a few minutes until the kids finished shopping for more snacks.

The last bit to your house went on without any further incidents, thankfully.

Getting there you were already waiting for them at the porch and went down to help them with Hyunjin.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin get out of the car since the boy was feeling rather faint and you went to his side and wrapped your arms around him to guide him inside, him leaning most of his weight on you.

- You're lucky you're light babe, or we'd be on the ground now.

- I'm sorry...I feel tired...

- I know honey. Was it bad?

- Really bad.

- Oh baby, do you think you can eat something? I'm afraid you might faint, given how much you threw up.

- I guess so...the olive really helped. Thanks.

- happy to hear that.

You settled him on the couch and he was immediately knocked out then went to prepare some light food for him. While you did that, the boys took their bags to their bedrooms and went straight to the back of the house, where there was a pool and a big field.

After finishing you gently woke him up and noticed how exhausted he looked, his face was still a bit pale and he was still sweating a bit.

- Babe, here. Eat slowly okay? After that take a shower and then rest, alright?

- Okay.

He ate slowly like you advised and kept chatting with you, trying to get distracted from the discomfort he was still feeling in his stomach.

Once he was done he wanted to lay down but you prohibited him from doing that because it could make him nauseous again.

- you should stay seated, you need to let your body digest the food. If you lay down right now, it'll make you feel worse. why don't you go outside with the others? At least you can breathe some fresh air. I think that'd be good for you.

- If you're saying so, understood.

He said standing up and saluting you, getting a laugh.

Hyunjin went outside and sat down on one of the chairs, while a few of them were enjoying the pool.

He actually managed to laugh a little at Lee Know trying to learn how to swim, but he quickly controlled his reaction afraid of what Lee Know could do to him later.

Then Felix got out of the pool and sat by Hyunjin's side.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Better...a little queasy but better.

- That's good. Did you manage to eat?

- Yeah. Y/n cooks very well.

- That's true.

Felix went back into the pool and soon after you joined them, staying mostly with Hyunjin but also having fun with the others.

A few hours later, the weather changed, it was now windy, and the sky was grey so it was time to halt the activities and go back inside.

Hyunjin needed to take a shower but when he stood up from the chair, he noticed how weak he was, his legs almost gave up on him but thankfully you were by his side and wrapped your arms around him before he could fall.

- Hyune! You good?

You almost screamed, getting everyone's attention that quickly gathered around you.

- Yeah...I just felt lightheaded for a second...

- That light food definitely wasn't enough to compensate for what you vomited.

- But it was good.

- I'm glad you liked it. Now let's go inside before it starts to rain. And you need to take a shower.

Everyone was inside in the blink of an eye, dividing into teams to take a quick shower before the rain could turn into a storm with lightning. You laughed at the way they scattered around like scaredy cats.

You took Hyunjin to the bathroom upstairs, again he leaned most of his weight on you, still feeling lightheaded.

You turned on the water on the bathtub until it was lukewarm and had also bought a stool in case he wanted to take a shower instead of being in the bathtub.

- Here's a change of clothes, babe.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna stay here, okay?

- No, you don't need to.

- You're lightheaded, Hyunjin. I won't have you passing out in the bathroom, it's far too dangerous.

- But it's embarrassing...

- Oh come on, babe. It's not like I've never seen you.

- Still...it's different...

- Okay, I'll turn around. Just call me if you feel sick again.

Hyunjin decided to get into the bathtub, not really wanting to trust his body to stand during the shower.

You kept staring at the blank wall in front of you, and even though he wasn't feeling well, your mind couldn't help but wonder and just the sheer thought made you blush until your ears burned. And then Hyunjin called you, bringing you back to reality, or making your thoughts wonder even more.

- Babe...

- Hm?

You said, not looking back to respect his privacy, and blushing even harder.

- Can you wash my hair?

For some reason he was feeling weaker by the second, maybe it was the heat of the water calming him down but it seemed like his strength was leaving his body and a wave of exhaustion was washing over him.

- Yes but...are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm covered up.

- O-okay.

For some reason, that sentence made your heart skip a beat, even though you've seen him before, something about it hit differently.

You made your way to the bathtub, positioned yourself behind him, and proceeded to gently wash his hair.

For him, it felt heavenly, your touch alone comforted him in ways you didn't even know, you were his safe place. He sunk into your touch as you gave him a gentle massage, and it took everything in his power to keep calm.

You intended to relax him after the ordeal of the car trip but little did you know that it was almost doing the complete opposite.

He then gently grabbed your hand as you massaged his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on it and then pulling you for a kiss. You could feel the heat coming from his face but didn't give it much thought, assuming it was from the bath or the kiss.

- Okay, naughty boy, finish your bath so you can rest.

You said giving another kiss and going back to your spot so he could have his privacy back.

- Okay.

He finished his bath and put on the change of comfy clothes you had gotten him.

- You can turn around now, I'm fully dressed.

You turned to face a flushed-faced boy with a towel on top of his head, looking cute and tired at the same time. And he was incredibly tired, so much so that when he walked in your direction he swayed to the side and you were quick to steady him.

- Alright, that's enough standing for you. You need to lay down, come on.

You took him to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed so you could dry his hair, leaving it soaked could be bad for his health.

He was so tired that as you dried his hair, and brushed it, he ended up falling asleep. Once you were finished, you gently lay him down on the bed, covering him with a light blanket before going downstairs to have dinner with the boys and make something for him to eat before going to bed later.

- hey y/n, how's he doing?

- He's sleeping right now. Thankfully nothing happened during the bath but he was really tired.

- Did he complain about his stomach again?

- No, not really, he was just lightheaded.

- Let's hope it was just carsickness. Oh, we made dinner.

- Thank you! But you didn't have to.

- You organized everything so we could come here, it's the least we can do.

- Well, it looks delicious.

- Most of it was Lee Know who made it. And Felix baked cookies.

- Woah! Thank you!

You had dinner with the boys, chatting about life, work everything. And after you were done eating, you cooked something light again so Hyunjin could eat before going to sleep.

When you got to the bedroom he was already sitting on the bed, still looking tired.

- Hey, how are you?

- Exhausted...what's that?

- Some light food I prepared. Lee Know cooked dinner but I figured your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it so I cooked something else.

- Thank you, honey.

You set the tray on his lap and sat beside him, covering yourself up as well.

- Can you feed me?

He asked with the most cute pleading eyes he could pull off with a pout.

- You- I can't with you, Hyune.

You said laughing and then giving a little peck before picking up the spoon.

- Say ah~

You forgot to close the door and right when you were doing that, Lee Know passed by. When his brain processed what he'd just seen he took one step back and just stood there looking at you with a disgusted face and left, making you both laugh. He loved teasing both of you.

After Hyunjin finished his meal, you went downstairs to wash the dishes and came up again with a bottle of cold water for him, since he needed to be hydrated. You sat beside him and put on a movie so he could digest the food before lying down to sleep but he was asleep in the first 20 minutes.

You waited a few more minutes before you gently nudged him awake so he could lay down and you lay down as well.

He was feeling so exhausted that he wanted you to be the big spoon, which you gladly accepted.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can you rub my back for me?

- Sure.

Just like before, your touch always made him feel comfortable and safe and that's everything he needed now. You gently rubbed patterns on it and you could feel him relax under your hand, and a few minutes later you were also asleep.

A few hours into the night, Hyunjin's body started to feel incredibly off. He broke into cold sweats, he was shivering as if someone had put the AC at 0°C, his whole body ached, and even the touch of the fabric of his clothes felt like it touching burned skin. No matter how much he covered himself, the shiver wouldn't stop and neither the cold would get better.

His head was throbbing, so much so he could hear and feel his heartbeat. His breathing became erratic and he was panting like he ran a marathon.

To add to his misery, his stomach was acting up as well, cramping and gurgling, as if making a statement he shouldn't have eaten, or even had gone out of the house.

It burned as if it had been lit on fire, both his stomach and his body. He tried taking deep breaths to regain control of his breathing but failed.

Then, his stomach cramped again, its contents sloshing around, rushing up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth now filling with saliva.

He started to swallow convulsively because he thought his body didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the bed and to the bathroom he was sure he'd pass out. He kept on swallowing, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He managed to survive the first wave but it only lasted seconds before his stomach cramped again, as if warning him he didn't have much of a choice.

Hyunjin felt something rush up his chest, and esophagus and hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a foul-tasting liquid and pieces of food.

He covered his mouth with his hand when a wet gag ripped through him and tried getting up as quickly and quietly as possible not to wake you, even though he wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom bracing the wall for support because he was sure if he didn't do that, he'd pass out.

He opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it behind him, reaching the sink, grabbing the edges for support and immediately vomiting a thick stream of undigested chunky food.

Before the next wave, he managed to move to the toilet before it gushed out of him getting on the edges before he could kneel as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't know whether he wanted you there or if he wanted you to have a good night's sleep.

But it was too late. Since the house was extremely silent, you heard the sound of retching and something splashing in the water and jumped out of bed quickly realizing what was happening.

You knocked on the bathroom already making your way in and seeing Hyunjin vomit pale brown liquid into the toilet. You rushed to his said to hold his hair that was down before it got vomit on it.

- Oh baby...why didn't you call me?

- S-sorry...didn't want to wake you up-

He managed to say before gagging wetly followed by a queasy burp that brought another wave of vomit. You started rubbing his back and immediately noticed that the situation was a lot worse than you expected. As soon as you touched his back he winced and you could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes.

- Oh my god, babe, you are burning up.

- I-I really don't feel well...

He said defeated with a shaky voice, hesitantly lifting his head to look at you and your heart dropped when you took in the expression on his face. He looked like he was in unbearable pain, his face looked pale and flushed at the same time, his hair was considerably wet with sweat and he was breathing erratically.

- Babe, you might've caught a stomach bug.

He quickly turned his head back to the toilet as he felt another wave rushing up his throat, this time a rather harsh one, making his back arch and face go red from the strain.

- Oh baby...I'm so sorry this is happening to you. But you might feel better if you let everything out.

You said as you proceeded to rub his sweaty back, and again placing your hand on his forehead, still shocked with his body temperature.

- Babe, I'm really worried about your fever...

- it hurts... everything hurts...

You then heard soft knocks on the door before they were slowly opened, showing concerned faces from Chan and Lee Know.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked getting closer to you with Lee Know following behind.

- No. He started throwing up again and he's burning up. Look.

Both Chan and Lee Know checked Hyunjin's forehead and were as shocked as you with the heat coming from him.

- I'll get the thermometer.

Chan said leaving Lee Know to help you with Hyunjin.

- I guess it wasn't just carsickness.

- Here.

Chan said giving you the thermometer.

- 39°C! That's too high!

Hyunjin who was resting his weight on your body, suddenly jerked forward, vomit escaping his lips before he could reach the toilet and getting on his clothes. You pat his back to help him through another thick wave of undigested food.

The sight made Lee Know and Chan grimace.

He spat out thick saliva before a wet burp brought up another mouthful of putrid liquid.

- Oh baby...

You said still rubbing his back and holding his hair.

After this round, he was left dry heaving over the toilet and you helped him lay his weight on you again. And it felt like he'd gotten worse during his rounds of vomiting, his body was scorching hot, face still pale and flushed, shivering and out of breath.

- I don't feel well...

That was all he managed to say before fainting due to the strain and high fever.

- Shit.

- Should we take him to the bedroom?

- It's best we help him get clean. And his fever is too high, we should bring it down.

They helped Hyunjin by holding his legs up, while his head rested on your thighs, in an attempt to get his blood circulation back to normal. And after 3 minutes, he woke up, confused with everything.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Weak and queasy...

- You have a really high fever, Hyunjin. We need to bring it down. And you need a new change of clothes. Come on, we'll help you.

Chan helped Hyunjin take off his clothes until he was left only with his boxers and settled him in the bathtub.

- I will turn on the water now okay? It'll be lukewarm.

- Ok...

He said, sounding as weak as he could be at that moment. He felt so exhausted you had to hold his head while Chan cleaned him with a wet cloth.

But even though he was barely conscious, he'd wince every time the water or the cloth touched his skin, because it felt like he had burn injuries all over.

Lee Know had gone out to get some medications and sports drinks for Hyunjin.

You left Hyunjin with Chan while you went to grab a new set of clothes for him.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell us?

- I...I wasn't feeling anything...just carsick. I thought it would get better after...but it only got worse...

- Here.

You said entering the bathroom with a set of hoodie and sweatpants. Chan helped him out of the tub and sat him on the edge of it so you could dress him, and kept holding him the whole time because Hyunjin no longer had the strength to hold his own body.

Lee Know who had gone out to get medications for the sick boy arrived to help.

- Hey, can you walk to the bedroom?

He asked, getting close to Hyunjin and patting his shoulder. The sick boy only nodded a "no", not having the strength to lift his head.

- I'll help you come on.

Lee Know had to carry Hyunjin bridal style to the bedroom because as soon as he helped the boy up, his legs gave up on him, vomiting and the high fever had completely dried out his energy.

Lee Know settled an almost passed-out Hyunjin on the bed and then gathered with you and Chan to discuss what to do.

- Okay, this is way more than carsickness.

- The fever might be related to a stomach bug or something else.

- Should we take him to a hospital? Call the staff?

- No. He's gotten sick similar to this once. 39°C is still a temperature we can deal with. If it gets past that, it'd be safer to take him to the hospital.

- I got some Tylenol and antiemetics and some stomach medication that helps with gastritis symptoms. And sports drinks. He shouldn't take these pills on an empty stomach but I think trying to feed him now will only make him throw up again, so let's try giving him an antiemetic along with the other one so he can take the pill with the sports drink.

- Okay.

- Should we tell the others?

- No. let them rest. We'll tell them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's try to give him the medication.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin sit upright and held him, while you gave him the medication and Chan held a bucket nearby just in case things didn't work out.

Hyunjin was so weak he barely managed to drink or swallow the pill. After taking it, he dry heaved over the bucket that Chan was quick to hold in front of him, but thankfully he didn't throw up.

- Hey, y/n. Call us if you need anything, okay? We'll have our phones on the whole time.

Chan said as he was leaving your bedroom with Lee Know.

- I will. Goodnight

- Goodnight

And so Hyunjin immediately fell asleep but not before making sure to ask you to be the big spoon, he desperately needed comfort, even if his whole body stung with any touch, he still needed to feel you next to him.

And so you did, you covered him up and yourself and hugged him, and it broke your heart when you felt him shivering through your body.

After a while, he stopped shivering and seemed to be asleep, so you carefully placed your hand on his forehead and noticed he was still hot, but not as hot as before, meaning the medication was working.

He shifted a little and mumbled a few words before falling asleep again.

- Can you scratch my back?

He said really softly, almost whispering.

- Of course.

You whispered and backing a little bit away from him so you could use your arms. And yes, he was still hot and sweaty and you were just hoping he could sleep the whole night and wake up better. But that wasn't going to happen.

About two hours after you settled in bed, Hyunjin started shivering again and tossing and turning. His head was throbbing again and every fiber of his body ached like they'd been lit on fire. The nausea he felt earlier had come back, ten times stronger, he could already feel liquid coming up his chest, his stomach gurgling loudly and cramping.

He just squeezed his eyes and curled up in a ball hugging the blanket tightly, gritting his teeth, swallowing convulsively, trying to control his body because he knew he didn't have the strength to get up and drag his tired body to the bathroom.

He even contemplated for a second but decided not to, knowing he'd probably pass out on the way there.

But his body was determined to get anything else he had inside of him.

As he tried to keep everything in, his stomach cramped and contracted shooting its contents rapidly up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, the only thing he managed to do was drag his torso partially off the bed just in time for a wave of vomit escape his mouth and hit the ground, waking you up startled.

- Hyune? What is it?

You said already sitting up and assessing the situation.

- S-sorry-

Was everything Hyunjin managed to say before spilling more putrid liquid onto the bedroom floor, you sitting on the bed rubbing his back and holding his hair as he lay there miserably. You didn't even bother getting up to get a towel since the mess was already made so you just let him get everything out before doing something.

- Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean this up later, just get everything out, okay?

You didn't even need to say that since a wet burp brought up a mix of brown liquid and bile, continue to soil the floor next to the bed.

- Oh my baby...you're really sick.

He spat out thick saliva and managed to breathe for a few seconds, before another wave ripped through his body, causing him to get red with the strain, and after that, there were only unproductive gags.

- Do you think you're done?

- Hmm...

- Just a second.

You said leaving the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe his mouth.

- Do you feel better? After getting that out?

- No, not really... everything hurts....

You studied his complexion, turned pale, really flushed cheeks, sweaty to the point his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. You brushed his bangs out of the way to place your palm on his forehead, making him wince at the touch.

- Sorry. Your fever is definitely high again. Let me see

The thermometer was marking an alarmingly high temperature yet again.

- 39.8°C! I'm not gonna try to give you medication again Because you'll probably throw up. But we need to bring it down somehow.

You grabbed one of the towels you used to shower to cover the vomit on the floor and keep it from getting even dirtier.

- I'm gonna get an ice bag downstairs, okay?

You said, motioning to leave but Hyunjin didn't let you. He held you by the wrist and made you sit on the bed again, his hot hand touching your skin.

- Babe, I feel the heat radiating off of you just by your touch...

- I don't want to be alone...

He said almost breaking down.

- Okay, I won't.

You said kissing the top of his head and then grabbed your phone to text Chan to help you.

- Chan, Hyunjin threw up again and his fever spiked. It's 39.8°C.

- Oh my god!

- But I don't think giving him medication now is a good choice...but we need to bring it down somehow.

- What do you need me to do?

- Downstairs, in a cabinet in the kitchen there's an ice bag. Can you get it for me? Also a bowl with some cold water?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Chan quickly gathered the things you asked for and entered the bedroom just in time to catch Hyunjin vomiting again, this time soiling the towel you had put there.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I'll clean this up, okay? And bring a bucket.

- Thanks, Chan.

Chan grabbed two buckets, one for Hyunjin and the other to clean the mess so you didn't have to.

Once he was done, he helped you clean Hyunjin and try to bring down his fever. He sat behind the sick boy on the bed to support his weight while you used a wet cold cloth to wipe him.

You were done, you helped him dress in another shirt since the one he was using was drenched in sweat.

- Thanks, Chan. For the help.

- No problem. If you need anything else just text me.

- Thanks again.

Hyunjin was basically passed out, he had absolutely no strength left in his body so he slumped back into the bed.

- Babe...can I lay on your lap...?

He said, voice raspy.

- Of course. Come here.

You helped him lay down on your thighs and proceeded to place a wet cold cloth on his forehead, earning a wince from him, but he fell asleep immediately after.

- I hope you'll feel better soon, baby.

You don't know how but you managed to doze off, waking up a few times to check his temperature that kept on oscillating between 38°C and 39°C, thankfully not hitting 40°C but still alarmingly high.

Hyunjin slept through the rest of the night but woke up rather early with a throbbing headache and shivers.

You tried to get up to make him breakfast but he didn't let you, he was really clingy and you couldn't blame him. But the boys helped you by making breakfast for you and something light for Hyunjin and brought it to the bedroom.

Hyunjin's stomach had given him a little break so he could eat breakfast and take a few medications after, such as an antiemetic and some Tylenol for the persistent fever.

You waited a few minutes and he didn't throw up, which was a good sign. When he was feeling a little better from his headache, you suggested he took another bath, and just like the day before, you stayed with him. And you were glad you did because after he changed his clothes he ended up fainting for a brief moment, the boys helping you carry him out of the bathroom.

You decided to stay in the living room with him for a while so he could breathe some fresh air and be with the boys, maybe they could distract him.

You needed to rest a while and take a bath so the boys stayed with Hyunjin, who was settled with a blanket on the couch.

A few of them went outside to play, and the others stayed in the house, keeping Hyunjin company and resting as well.

The sick boy who was lying down, arm covering his eyes, felt a sudden burning sensation in his stomach. "Fuck" was the first thing that came to mind, his body just didn't want to give him a break.

That burning sensation quickly morphed into a strong nausea, filling his mouth with foul-tasting liquid.

He quietly coughed once, when he felt something tickling his throat, but that only brought his stomach's contents even closer to getting out.

Hyunjin hurriedly sits up, hand covering his mouth, but the single motion of doing that is enough to make his stomach contract, a wet muffled burp sending vomit through his fingers, soiling the floor in the middle of his legs.

The sound of something splattering on the ground alerted Lee Know who was in the kitchen and quickly ran to aid his dongsaeng.

- What's wrong? Did you feel nauseous again?

- I'm sorry- I couldn't call-

Hyunjin tried to say but his body had other plans, he moved his soiled hand away from his mouth ducking his head as a stream of vomit gushed out of him, mixing with the mess on the floor.

Lee Know was sitting beside him patting and rubbing his back, trying to provide a bit of comfort as his dongsaeng proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor.

- Just keep going, get everything out. Hyung will clean this up later.

Despite the grossness of the situation, Lee Know didn't seem bothered one bit. Being a father to 3 cats had its perks, he dealt with similar things in his house so he kept his cool.

Once Hyunjin was done puking, or at least when he was only spitting out very thick saliva, Lee Know grabbed a mop, a bucket, and some water.

He gave the bottle to Hyunjin so he could rinse his mouth and try to get rid of the putrid taste and cleaned the mess on the floor, leaving the bucket beside the couch.

- I-i'm sorry, hyung...

- Don't worry about it, okay? It's not your fault.

Lee Know said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder before going to put the soiled cloth to wash.

When he came back Hyunjin was still in the same position, kind of in shock with everything that was happening for the last 12h hours or so.

- What is it?

Lee Know asked, sitting beside him.

- I'm scared, hyung...I'm tired...but I feel like I can throw up any time...I'm afraid of lying down....

- Don't worry, Hyunjin-ah. Hyung is right here, I'll help you whenever you need. Just try to get some sleep.

Lee Know gently wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and lay down the sick boy, noticing his fever was high again and confirming with a thermometer. Since taking medication was a big no at the moment, he got the ice bag, put it under Hyunjin's pillow, and placed an ice pad on his forehead.

And just like he promised, he stayed by his side until the next round of vomiting started but this time Hyunjin didn't want to be sick in front of everyone.

- Hyung...I'm gonna throw up, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said weakly, trying to sit up. Lee Know once again wrapped his arms around Hyunjin helped him up and guided him to the bathroom where the boy proceeded to vomit for a few good minutes.

After that, Lee Know brought him back to the living room and you were done resting so you were going to watch him for the time being.

Needless to say, it was another very tiring day and night for all nine of you, Hyunjin's fever kept spiking up, oscillating all the time, he managed to drink some sports drink only to throw up hours later, sometimes on the floor, bucket, bathroom. All eight of you took turns to take care of him, by helping him shower, eat and rest.

At some point, you all decided it was best to take him to the ER to at least know what was wrong and your guess was right, stomach flu. He spent a few hours on IV fluids to help hydrate him and he also had some intravenous antiemetics to prevent him from throwing up even more.

The next days of the trip consisted of all of you nursing him back to health until he was finally okay to enjoy a little bit before going back.

Having you and the members in his life was truly a blessing.

Oh and needless to say, those of you who spent more time with him while he was sick, you, Chan, and Lee Know were just as miserable in the following weeks but they had each other and you had Hyunjin to take care of you and return the favor.

[wormdevourer]

just four hours left until you can own your very own Sunday!!

let’s ask our penacony friends how they’re feeling about his release!

first, Mr. Aventurine. what are your thoughts on Sunday’s official release??

Aventurine: “What’s this? Sunday’s getting a banner finally? How long has it been since we’ve seen him - like nine months? Jeez…I’m definitely excited, though. As long as he’s changed from his evil self, I’ll invite him along. I’m rich enough to get a guaranteed~”

I agree! I’m excited, and I think he’s really took a turn for the better. I’m proud of Sunday!

now, let’s ask Ms. Robin herself what she thinks.

Robin: “What?! My brother’s coming back?! You mean he won’t be missing anymore-?! I’m so excited to see him, if that’s true! How much longer - four hours?”

yeah, I’m hyped too! I hope you two have a sweet reunion :)

time for our next person, Ms. Black Swan!

Black Swan: “Hm? Sunday? Oh, that’s right…that boy from The Family…isn’t Robin looking for him? Well, that’s certainly exciting. I await his return, to see how their reunion unfolds~”

thanks, Ms. Black Swan! let’s ask Ms. Sparkle next!

Sparkle: “Chicken-wing boy! Chicken-wing boy!Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees what I’ve done to his home!~ It’s so much cuter with all those dolls of me there, isn’t it?~”

oh…alright, then. please take them out…

thanks for tuning in, everyone! more reports will be filing in as we inch closer and closer to Sunday’s release! Sunday fans rejoice!~